I told Dima I didn’t want to be part of this life. That I wanted to be normal. But maybe it’s time for me to face the truth: I’m not normal.
The Arya George I am today was formed in combat. In blood and sweat and tears. And I will do whatever is necessary to make sure Dima is ready and able to reclaim what is his. To rain down vengeance on every single person who tried to hurt our family.
“It’s going to be a rocky road, but I’m more than ready to fight or die trying.” Dima looks around. “How about the two of you?”
Gennady stands up and clasps Dima’s hand. “With you to the end, brother. Always.”
I meet Dima’s blue gray eyes. I love him. I know that without a doubt now. Maybe one day I’ll even be brave enough to say it to his face.
For now, I just touch his shoulder. “I’m with you, Dima
