If this s**t wasn’t such a nightmare, it would almost be funny.
I turn my back on my brother and follow my father to my office. The moment the door is closed, he turns on me, face red. “What kind of game are you playing, Mikhail? Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
“Before you showed up, I was having dinner.”
His top lip curls in barely contained rage. “Don’t be f*****g cute. This marriage has been in the works for six years, but you wait until the home stretch to throw it all away. Why?”
He barks out a humorless laugh. “You’re going to throw away our plan for that b***h out there and her little brat?”
“That ‘brat’ is my son,” I growl. “Watch how you talk about him.”
“Your—” He drags a hand down his face. “After growing up with Anatoly and seeing what happened to him—”
“What y
