Anatoly arches a brow. He wants to argue, but he has enough sense to know it won’t do him any good. Whether I go to that wedding with the two of them or by myself, I’m going.
Anatoly pulls the keys out of his pocket. “Do I still get to drive, at least?”
“Be my guest. So long as you can drive and walk me through the plan again.” I slip into the passenger seat and pull the door closed. “I want to make sure you know what the f**k you’re doing.”
Anatoly curses under his breath. “And yet everyone calls me the bastard.”
I let him complain. The only thing that might turn this day around is watching Christos Drakos choke on his own blood. No amount of griping from Anatoly is going to stop me from making that happen.
The reception is in shambles.
At least, it sounds like it’s in shambles. I d
