Vera excuses herself to use the restroom, complaining about the babies using her bladder as a trampoline. I sit back on the sofa and pretend I’m not listening in on Dima’s conversation with his brother.
“…There is room for you to stay here. Both of you.”
“Awfully generous of you, Ilya. Especially last minute. Sure there’s not a catch in your offer?”
“What is family for if not to house strays?”
Dima growls. It’s not quite a laugh, but not quite a threat, either. There’s still something happening here that I can’t figure out.
“So what happens now?” he asks.
“It means you’re in charge of your own fate now, Dima. The deal is off.”
I freeze. This is not good. This is not good at all.
“What the f**k are you talking about, Ilya? I killed a D’Onofrio. Giorgio’s heir. That must count for so
