“Mikhail challenged you,” Yasha says. “He showed up unannounced and threatened your wife, questioned your authority, and refused to back down even when you gave him the opportunity to walk away. You didn’t have a choice.”
I didn’t. No one gets to treat me like that and live.
That doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to the wrench this is going to throw in my relationship with Konstantin.
I sigh and turn away, walking back towards where I parked at the back of the warehouse. Yasha trails along behind me. “Make sure the body is cleaned up and disposed of,” I tell him. “Let a couple of recruits deal with the hands-on work if you want, but I want you to oversee everything. I don’t want him washing up on the beach tomorrow morning.”
“Done. Maybe disposing of him myself will scratch the murderou
