Hope

Klaus looked at his brother, feeling the familiar anger raging inside him. Ixander had hurt Anika, not to mention he had also sent Igor to the hospital for longer than he had expected. H

is friend was still recovering, but his brother was swaying in front of him in his club office like a lucky bastard. Although Klaus knew from experience that his father had trained Ixander in a similar way to how he was training Alenna, so the man knew perfectly well how to hide his injuries.

Appearing now in front of Klaus, strutting around as if the place was his own, was simply a way to taunt him.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked, leaning on his hands on the desk. His brother, dressed like a gigolo, watched him with a mocking smile.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, dropping onto the leather sofa where Edgar Nightingale had been sitting just seconds before, trying to negotiate a deal that was satisfactory for both parties. "You're making the same mistakes as Kolya. What the hell does that woman