“We need to divide Christos and Agostino.” I take a long drink. The two of them could go back and forth like this for hours, but I already know what needs to be done. “I should have killed Viviana’s father as soon as I knew he’d handed her to Trofim. I didn’t and now, he’s teamed up with the Greeks against us. That’s my fault, too.”
Anatoly rolls his eyes, but doesn’t try to defend me this time. As much as he wants to, he can’t.
“We’re stronger than each of them separately. Together, they’re a bit more of a problem.”
“If you’re suggesting we take one of them out, that was the entire point of tonight.” Anatoly drops down on the edge of the couch, his elbows resting on his bouncing knees. “Even when s**t hit the fan, I was looking for Christos. I didn’t bring my hunting knife to not rip h
