Page 43 of Sinful Wrath

“I’ve been busy.” I shake off the thoughts of my father. “Unlike you.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you handle newborn twins,brat. I’d choose running a company over changing a hundred dirty diapers any day.”

“Gross,” Danil mutters.

I glance at my youngest brother and huff a laugh.

He’s stretched out on the couch with his eyes shut, no doubt trying to push through a hangover.

“I thought you’re meant to be filled with joy and endless happiness?” I ask Dimitri as I head straight for the drinks cabinet.

“That’s how they get you to do it,” Dimitri explains, pointing at Alexei. “This fucker made it look so easy.”

“For one, Leo is a dream baby, and two, there is only one of him. You and Zara were doomed from the start.” Alexei laughs.

Dimitri shoots him a glare, and I chuckle under my breath as I pour us all a drink.

Dimitri huffs. “Appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“Can we get this over with already?” Danil groans. “I think I might actually be dying.”

“Drink up. It’ll make you feel better.” I thrust a glass of vodka into his hand.

He moves to sit up and wrinkles his nose at the clear liquid before tipping his head back and downing it in one.

“Fuck.” He hands me back the glass. “I wonder why we drink this sometimes.”

I clap my brother on the shoulder and turn my attention to my older brothers. “So, is there any news on Alfonzo?”

I don’t miss the look that Dimitri and Alexei share, and I’m instantly on alert.

“We’re not here to discuss Alfonzo.” Dimitri glances again at Alexei.

“So, why are we here?” Danil asks.

Again, my two older brothers share a look that has me bristling.

What the hell have they kept from us this time?”

“It’s about this situation with our father.”

“You mean his affair?”

Alexei’s jaw clenches but he nods.

“What about it?”

“Some new information came to light,” Dimitri says.

“Well, then, spit it out.”

Danil stiffens beside me.

Out of all of us, the news of our father’s affair has affected him the most. He was only fifteen when they died, and he was still quite sheltered from the realities of our world.

To him, our father was simply that, a father. Whereas to me at least, he was manipulative and blood thirsty. A true bratva Pahkan.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t still a good father and what looked like the perfect husband, but Danil never truly saw the darker side of him that I did.

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