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“No, no.” I flicked my finger at him. “There are no buts.”

He blinked at me uncertainly, and I knew I had him wrong-footed, which was exactly where I wanted him.

“I… did the wrong thing. I admit it. I thought it might make us money. Every gang is in the business, and we were being left behind.”

“So you thought you’d start your own side hustle?”

He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Uh, no. I thought I’d get the brasses tacked and then bring you in.”

“That’s interesting. And who helped you with this?”

His mouth opened and closed. He shrugged meekly and looked down. Katya and I exchanged glances. It looked like the torture portion of the interview was about to begin.

“Right.” I nodded to Vladislav. “Take him.”

Vlad came forward and grabbed Kirill, covering his head with a black cloth as another of his men tied his hands behind his back. He pushed him out of the room, not bothering to be gentle, and we followed. The warehouse might make for a great storage space but for the kind of screaming we were planning on making Kirill do, it’d be better if we headed out to sea.

Vlad got him on the boat and took him to the berth and hog tied him to the bunk. I helped my sister and Nora aboard before heading to the engine room to drive the boat out. Vlad remained on guard downstairs while Nora and Katya took their seats on the fly bridge, where white leather cushioned benches and a table were located.

I drove us out to the middle in the ocean, focusing on centering myself so that I could conduct the interrogation with clarity of mind. There is an art to making people talk—especially people like Kirill who are well-versed in withstanding torture. I had to know who else had helped him before I allowed Nora to kill him. The future of the Bratva in New York depended on it.

It also occurred to me that I was in the market for a new second. I couldn’t help feeling like a failure. My second had betrayed me. There was no greater sin. Why had he had the nerve to do it?

What was I doing wrong?

I needed to step up on every aspect of my leadership to stop this shit from happening again. For this to have happened right under my nose was a stain on my record, and I needed to clean it up.

Once we were in open water, with not a vessel to be seen for miles, I stopped and dropped anchor. “Here we go.” I walked over to the girls. “Are you ready?” I asked.

Katya held up the tool kit that had been sitting on the table. “Born ready.”

I had to smile. “Let’s go then.”

Kirill was stripped naked and tied to a chair in the bathroom. I smiled at Vlad and nodded. “Good thinking. It will make it easier to clean up the blood.”

Kirill blanched. I frowned. He really should have been better at hiding his emotions by now. I stayed back, and my sister stepped forward.

“Privet,Kirill. How are you today?” she asked.

He just looked up at her, fear in his eyes, already panting hard. She reached out and put a clamp on his left nipple. “I asked you a question.”

“I’m fine!” he shouted, panicked. “Please!” He looked at me with pleading eyes. “There’s no need for this. She was just some stupid street rat. I promise there wasn’t anyone else. Just her. It was just that one time.”

To my surprise, Nora stepped forward and slapped him. Spittle flew from his mouth, mixed with blood, and it spattered over the mirror. “Don’tcall my sister a street rat.”

He sneered at Nora. “Who the fuck you think you are?” he asked.

She slapped his other cheek. “I’m the one who’s going to kill you,” she hissed viciously.

This Nora was new. I didn’t know if she terrified or turned me on, but I wanted to see more.

“Why did you take her? Why Celia? What did she ever do to you?” she asked him.

Katya took a step back to give Nora room to loom over Kirill.

“She was just a nobody that no one would miss. There was nothing special about her,” Kirill said, still sneering at my girl. Even tied naked to a chair, he still didn’t grasp who the most dangerous person in the room was.

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