“I wouldn’t go that far.” He sits on the very corner of the bed, as far from me as possible. “But I have some… feelings… about what is happening to you right now. I’ve spoken my mind to a few people, but no one seems to feel quite as strongly about your situation as I do.”
Since I moved in, Anatoly and Stella have been there for me. More than anyone in this mansion, I considered them my friends.
Was I wrong to trust them if they won’t help me now?
“It makes sense,” Pyotr continues. “They don’t have the same background I do.”
“One much like yours.” He smiles, but there’s so much sadness in his eyes that I reach over and take his hand. He squeezes my fingers gently. “My mother was forced into the mafia against her will. Her father was wealthy and married her off to the son of a don. When
