Episode 87

Gavril

Naomi’s jaw worked as if she was thinking about my question, and hell, I hoped she had a good answer. This shit with Marchetti had gotten out of hand, and though I wasn’t going to admit it to him, we had to work together on this.

He was the one being fucking difficult right now.

“Roman isn’t necessarily wrong,” she finally said, surprising me.

Marchetti smirked, and I wanted to bash his face in. “Told you.”

His wife hit him in the arm, and Naomi looked up at me. “We can’t provoke the FBI, Gavril. It’s a no-win situation, and I know you know that, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

I did. I wasn’t fucking stupid. I knew the ramifications of what I was asking, but I wanted Hampton.

I wanted him dead, consequences be damned.

“But,” Naomi continued, her expression darkening. “Going against Jon is doable.”

“Naomi, what are—” Ilsa started, but my wife held up her hand, halting her words.

“You don’t understand,” she said. “You don’t know what it’s like to never have peace wherever y