*Giovani*
“The Russians finally reached out.”
Gabriele’s words were not reassuring. I knew from experience that the Zaytsevs were not forgiving people, nor were they patient. Nothing those bastards said was going to be good.
“What did they say?” I ground my teeth together, glaring at Gabriele.
If they reached out, it was only out of arrogance. They thought they had won already, and now they were taunting us.
He sighed, crossing his arms. “They said there’s no getting Dahlia back alive, but they’re willing to allow us to pay for the return of her body.”
I was fucking right.
Pay for her body?
What kind of arrogant bullshit was this?
Dahlia wasn’t a bargaining piece. She was family. I wasn’t supposed to allow anything to happen to her, and now I couldn’t even confirm if she was alive.
