NIKOLAI
THE DOOR SLAMMED open, rattling against the wall, and Andrie stood there, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His face was tight, his jaw locked, and his eyes—f**k, his eyes told me everything before he even spoke. Something was wrong.
“Pakhan.” His voice was tight, his jaw locked and I already knew it wasn’t going to be good.
“What?” I snapped, trying to push myself up, but a sharp, burning pain tore through my side. My muscles locked up, breath catching as I swallowed down the groan threatening to escape. f*****g wound. It felt like someone had ripped me open all over again.
“It’s… that boy.”
My fingers twitched. Not at the way he said it, but because I already knew exactly who he was talking about.
Claude.
Here.
Back in Russia.
When I f*****g to
