Mikhail
"She took a bullet for me, Lara." My throat tightens. "Her own father shot her."
"Because she loves you, Kolya." Her voice is soft, but the edge is there. She pauses for a moment and drops her voice even lower. "What about the baby? Anything?"
Shaking my head, I stare into Larissa's eyes and feel the sting of tears stabbing at my nose. "I don't know, Lara." My voice is thick as I confess. "I don't know. They haven't said a damn thing to me."
She reaches for my hand and squeezes it. I blink my tears away, only to see hers brimming in her eyes. I want to tell her more. About how my duty has driven me further away from anything resembling a true human connection. And that Maria shone a light into the darkest corner of my mind. But I'm afraid that if I turn away from the Bratva in
