Maria
"Maria Zakharovna," Alexander addresses me with a slight bow. "You are coming with us."
"Why?" I ask. "Why do you want me?"
"These are Mikhail Ivanov's orders," Alexander replies tersely. "He says it's for your own safety."
"I don't believe you," I scoff, my anger flaring at that lie. "He wouldn't send me with you."
Alexander's posh expression slides. "The pakhan wants you out of harm's way. Come."
I glare at the liar, the wickedest of the three, the one who betrayed my parents. "The f**k I am," I spit out, channeling Mercy. "You're full of shit."
Gunsyn steps forward and grabs my arm. "Listen, little bird," he lowers his voice—patient but threatening. "You're coming with us. Now either we do this the easy way or the hard way."
"No!" I struggle against his grip. "I'm not goin
