“What’s going on, brother? If you found the mole—”
I raise my eyebrows. “Ex-f*****g-scuse me?”
“I said shut up,” Yuri repeats with icy calm. “You’re not the one in charge here, Matvey. I am. And I’m the one speaking.”
“I have no idea what’s gotten into you,” I growl, all concern forgotten in a heartbeat, “but you’d do well to remember I’m your pakhan, Yuri.”
“No, you’re not. Not anymore.”
Then he slides something my way.
I’m so livid I can barely f*****g think. What the hell is going on with my brother? Why is he acting like this all of a sudden?
And then, through the fog of rage, I see it.
It’s April, handcuffed and behind the bars of some damp warehouse cell. She’s lying on the dirty floor, eyes shut, passed out cold. On the other side of the bars, a faceless man holds a bundle
