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Is this a joke?
“We’re discussing what to do about it.”
I wander my gaze around at all the lieutenants. “And you wantedmyopinion?”
“Sit, Alik.” Roman waves to one of two vacant chairs, and I promptly go to take it.
This isn’t about Olive.
I try not to let it show on my face when relief relaxes my muscles into soft blobs. It’s telling that Olive is more important to me than my own Pakhan.
Maybe I’m notonlyloyal to the Bratva.
Maybe I’m not loyal to them at all.
Roman sits back down and leans toward me while all the others stare with an eagerness I don’t understand. They want something from me. I can tell that much.
“As you probably know, Vitaly was released from prison recently.”
My eyes narrow further as I nod.
Roman steeples his fingers together. “We discussed it, and everyone here is in agreement that if Nikita were to have someone find Vitaly, it would be you.”
“Why?”
Roman’s eyebrows raise as he lowers his head.
“’Cause you’re his favorite,” Boris answers for him. “And because, come on. We all know you have a bit of a history with the prince.” He gestures to his eye.
I glare at Boris. “Imean, why are you discussing this? Why do you care what Nikita asked me to do?”
“We’re a Pakhan down.” Boris shrugs. “We need to protect our organization.”
“By getting Nikita out,” I growl. I don’t like where this is going.
“If they’re willing to arrest him, it means they have solid evidence and an agenda,” Maksim pipes up. “We’re doing everything we can to help the Pakhan. But if he needs a stand-in, it’s convenient that Vitaly may be able to assist. It’s his legacy. We want to preserve it while we deal with this.”
I scoff. “That’s such bullshit.” Pushing from my seat, I shake my head at the cowards, each of them. “You’re feeding your Pakhan to the wolves, just like that, for a man who abandoned you all and has never led a day in his life?”
“Put your personal differences aside,” Roman barks. “You aren’t the only person who’s been wronged by thatkid. We’re trying to do what’s best for the Bratva.”
I stare pointedly at Roman. “If Gavriil were still alive, do you think he would agree?”
Roman’s jaw drops to the floor. He lurches from his chair as his fist slams on the table.
“What thefuckdid you just say?”
“You think this is bad?” I point to my eye. “I heard your brother’s screams before they killed him. It wasn’t quick.”
“You son of a bitch.”
“Stop.” Maksim jumps from his chair to grab Roman before he can come at me, but I wish he hadn’t. My fists are clenched and hot while my chest rumbles with rage.
I knew some of the Bratva would stand behind Vitaly if given the chance. Cowards choose cowards. It’s how it goes. Those who can’t handle Nikita’s rein will bow to a man unfit to lead a fluffle of rabbits.
But the lieutenants?
Allof them?
