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Igor never shared the details with us—neither with me nor anyone else. He simply said that betrayal is unforgivable, especially in the Silas. Killing Vlad won’t be quick, but it will be extremely satisfying.
“How is she?” Igor’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“She’s still passed out. She saw me shoot Dimitri on the plane. I guess she’s a bit of a softie.”
“Good. She needs to get used to it,” he sighed. “Gunshots are part of this life.”
He walked to his desk, sat down, and took off his blazer.
He scanned my face.
“I trust you with her, son. You know Dimitri is a scumbag, and I don’t want him sniffing around moya doch’. Take care of her but do it like the man you are. Consider her family,” he said, opening a drawer and picking up a black picture frame.
He looked at it for a few seconds before handing it to me.
“Tvoya doch’? Your daughter?” I asked, confused. “I thought you never had children, boss.”
Fuck.
No wonder he was so adamant about getting her back alive and in one piece.
Her record mentioned her father died in a car crash but never gave his full name. I thought her father was just some unknown progenitor.
I scratched my beard and looked at the pictures in my hand, letting out a deep breath as I recognized who was in them.
A very young Sofiya was sitting on a porch with an ice cream slowly melting in her hands, grinning widely with a toothless smile. Her hair was in two braids, and her eyes glittered with happiness and bliss.
“She was four in that picture.”
He sighed and met my eyes.
“No one knows, son. Helena woke up one day and decided to leave the country, taking Sofiya with her.” He undid his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves. “I thought it might be for the best. I didn’t want her to grow up in this world,” he shook his head. “It’s too rough for a little girl.”
So, he fucked Helena, and she got pregnant?
I couldn’t believe my ears, so I kept quiet and waited for him to finish.
“Now is the perfect time for…”
A loud bang cut him off, followed by high-pitched screams.
She must’ve woken up.
Igor sighed and checked his gold Rolex while I lit a cigarette, letting the nicotine relax my tense shoulders.
“I have to leave tonight for Colombia to meet with Julius. His father was murdered by one of our suppliers, and now he’s the new don,” Igor whispered. “I need to settle a new contract with him. I know you want to go back to the city, but you’re the only one I trust, son.”
“Nyet.”
I knew where this was going.
No fucking way.
“It was not a question, Volk.”
“Boss, with all due respect, your daughter is a fucking nightmare. I’d rather have my dick cut into pieces and fed to the dogs than spend another minute in her presence,” I said angrily, running my hands through my hair. “I’m not a fucking babysitter.”
He walked over and patted my shoulder. “Three weeks, Volk. That’s all I’m asking.” He headed for the door and looked back at me. “You’ll be free of her after that, I promise.”
