Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Six

Dimitri

I stood in the center of the warehouse facing Pavel Sokolov. The man who had destroyed everything I cared about. He looked nothing like Katerina or Maria. Where they had been passionate and emotional, Pavel was cold and calculated. His eyes were dead. Empty of everything except hate.

"You came alone," Pavel said. "I am impressed."

"I keep my word," I replied. "Unlike you."

Pavel smiled. "I never gave you my word about anything."

"You killed Viktor," I said. "He was innocent. He had nothing to do with what my father did."

"No one in your organization is innocent," Pavel replied. "You are all...