TIMOFEY
The second my father walks into my office, he spins around, red-faced and spitting. "You had no fucking right to pull Rodion off the mission I had him on."
I knew this would come around to bite me; I just didn't expect it to be so soon. I never would have left Piper here alone if I suspected Sergey would charge in.
I close the door and step around him. "I had every right. He's my soldier."
"He was carrying out a high-risk hit for me," he argues. "You interrupted and put the entire thing in jeopardy. Just so you can talk to him about Emily's murder—again. It's reckless."
"What was reckless is sending Rodion out to kill your gambling buddy."
He hesitates for a second. The soldiers are mine to control, but Sergey has kept a hold on a few of them. He uses them for his own purposes from time to time, assuming I have no clue.
Idiot. Nothing happens in this Bratva that I don't know about.
