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“Remember when you told me to look out for anyone flying into New York, anyone with ties to the Mincetti’s?”
“Yeah..”
“Well you won’t believe who just arrived in town today.”
Michael places a picture on the desk and I step forward to get a better look. It’s some guy in a shirt and pants, short dark hair, tattoos. He doesn’t look familiar at all.
“That’s Dimitri Antonov.”
From the way Roman’s eyebrows go up, I guess he recognizes the name.
“And he is?” I prompt.
“He’s in the Russian Bratva,” Michael says.
“Actually, he’s heir to one of the biggest families over in Moscow. I’ve heard about him, he’s made quite the name for himself over there,” Roman inputs.
“So what is he doing here?” I question.
Roman’s expression is thoughtful, “The Antonov’s have had a long-standing alliance with the Mincetti’s for a long time. If I had to guess, Dimitri’s here to serve as reinforcement.”
“It could be something else,” Michael states. “Why would one of the most eligible bachelors in Moscow come to New York at a time when the Mincetti’s need to strengthen their alliances? He could be here because Eduardo’s planning on securing a match with one of his daughters.”
Something icy cold slides through my veins.
He only has two fucking daughters. Which means it’s either Katerina or Sophia.
“Which one?” I voice, trying and failing to keep the chill from my tone.
Roman shrugs, oblivious to the thoughts racing through my head.
“That’s what we’re going to have to find out,” he says.
CHAPTER18
Sophia
I’ve watched someone I love wither away, become a shell of their former self. And it’s one of the worst things I’ve ever had to experience. I may not have a lot of memories of my mom, but what I do remember is how ill she was. I was so little back then, but it broke my heart to see her pain. It hurt to see her so sick and fragile.
But somehow my dad’s pain was even worse. Because he realized and I realized as well, that it doesn’t matter how much money you have, how much power you hold, sometimes things are just out of your control. The cancer that eroded our mother’s body and eventually killed her was something we had no power over. Control’s like a tight rope that can slide out of your grasp at a moment’s notice.
And none of us had any control as we watched the person we loved the most die.
My sister and I are in her office, going over some work. She hasn’t stopped planning a takedown of the De Luca’s. It’s been weeks and this whole war thing feels like we’re at an impasse which suits me perfectly. I like this in between state, but at the same time it feels like we’re all holding our breaths. Because whatever’s coming next might be so much worse.
“I asked Papa to keep his outside appearances to a minimum,” Katerina says breaking through my thoughts. “If he has to go anywhere at all, he should take a car with bullet proof windows.”
“You think they’ll try to ambush him?” I ask.
“I don’t know. But it’s better to be safe. Enzo Russo’s an ace shooter.”
“Feels kind of like you want Papa to hide, Kat,” I point out.
“It’s not kinda anything, I do want him to hide,” she mutters. When she looks up at me, her blue eyes are fierce. “He’s the target, Soph. At the end of the day, they want him. And they don’t just want him, they want to kill him. We can’t lose him, okay. He’s the only one we’ve got left.”
My eyes flutter shut as I try to fight away a wave of emotions. I get to my feet and throw my arms around her.
“We won’t. Nothing’s going to happen to Papa.”
