All I have to do is plunge this knife into my brother’s chest, and it will all be mine. I’ll be the don I’ve always longed to be.
But I can’t. f*****g. Do it.
“Faltering at the final moment, brother?” comes a voice from the darkness.
I blink in confusion. “You’re awake?”
“I’ve been awake since the moment you came in here,” Ilyasov says. He sits up in bed and pushes the covers off. His eyes are wide awake, but they’re as dark as they’ve always been. Like a shark’s eyes, cunning and alert.
“Then why didn’t you do anything?” I ask. “Why didn’t you try to stop me?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t think you could go through with it. Looks like I was right, doesn’t it?”
I let the hand holding the gleaming knife fall by my side. “Fuck.”
Ilyasov clasps my shoulder. “It’s okay, Dima,” he croons. “I ha
