Lazar's POV.

“Sir, he seems to be waiting for you.”

We followed the information we were given about my uncle’s whereabouts only to find him seated in an empty fine dining three-star restaurant. Dimly lit chandeliers hung over polished tables. Of course, he’d pick somewhere fancy and deserted. He always had a taste for drama.

He knew I was coming. Smart.

“Stay alert. I’m going to meet him,” I ordered.

“Sir, it’s dangerous. We have no idea what his motives are,” Rodosov disagreed, his brows furrowed deep in protest.

“He can’t kill me… not now at least. He still needs to win the approval of the other family branch, and...