TIMOFEY
"As far as I can see, your only interest is in saving your own skin." I shrug. "In that regard, our interests are diametrically opposed."
"No, my interest is in peace."
I bite back a bitter laugh. "Is that what you call murdering your own son in cold blood? Not to mention his girlfriend, too. Was it peace, Sergey, when you murdered Emily for learning about your secret bastard child?"
"I told you: people want to feel secure, but they don't want to see what it takes to get there."
I clench my fists. "I told you not to compare that to—"
"I'm only saying that I had my reasons. The status quo is a dangerous thing to upset. The Viktorov Bratva being in power—that is the status quo. It provides stability and peace. But Kreshnik Xhuvani has other ideas."
"Ideas I'll crush the moment I bash his skull in," I grit out. "He isn't a threat to me."
"If you truly believe that, you're a bigger fool than I thought."
