My father reads my shock as a good thing and moves closer. He dips his chin to meet my eyes. “Mikhail the family man never would have survived this world. You would have died years ago trying to save your wife and child. But the man in front of me? This Mikhail?” He gestures to me with both hands like I’m the final prize in a game show. “You kicked your child’s mother to the curb because she lied to you. You put the Bratva over everything. And because of that, I know you’ll survive.”
I knew what I was doing when I sent Viviana away. I made the choice with eyes wide open. I’ll do anything to protect Dante.
But protect him from what?
Viviana didn’t kill Trofim. Even if she did, Anatoly was right: we should have thrown her a party. Trofim was a monster. I regretted not killing him myself p
