This is the gentlest Samuil has ever spoken to me, but each word is a punch to the chest.
He's breaking up with me.
I sat around most of the day, debating how I could get more from him, while he was locked away imagining less with me. He wants to leave, and I'm not going to have a say in it.
He wants to leave, and I'll have to watch him go.
"You once asked me if I'd leave everything behind. Surrender the company and the Bratva to my brother and father and disappear. Well, that will never happen. The company and the Bratva, that's who I am. I can't give it up, Nova. Even if I tried, it would follow me. This life isn't something I can quit."
"I know that now," I whisper. "And... I've made my peace with it."
"Have you?" he questions. "Because I'm not quite sure you understand what you'v
