“Matvei,” Timofei interrupts. “If I see that you’ve become too lost with this woman, I won’t have any other choice but to handle her. It would be disloyal to the Bratva to do anything else.”
My left eye twitches, and I fight to keep my composure. This is what I’ve hired Timofei to do. His threat is for the greater good of this brotherhood, and that’s the only reason I don’t put the barrel of my gun between his lips and pull the trigger.
“That woman is my responsibility. You will not touch her. Is that clear?”
Through gritted teeth, Timofei says, “Crystal.”
“Tell the others I’m done talking to them. We’ll meet later in the week.”
He stands and walks through the door in silence. It isn’t until a few minutes later that my anger subsides, and I can think rationally. I’m in control, and I don’t need anyone, not even my second-in-command, to help me deal with Victoria.
But the tiny, doubtful voice in my head wonders if I’m actually in control, or if everything I’ve worked for is starting to slip through my fingers.