CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

Dimitri's POV 

Mikhail was shocked. His eyes went wide with disbelief.

Even the hanging guards were shocked. They stared at me like I had lost my mind.

I had just dismissed Mikhail Reznikov, the mafia who made other mafia pee their pants. The man who raised the Volkov twins to be the dread of Moscow's underworld. But I didn't care. He had broken my trust.

"You do not mean it," Mikhail said. I could hear the hurt in his voice.

I faced him directly. I stepped closer until I was just inches away from him.

"You heard me," I said. My face was void of any expression. I...