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MikhailThe moonlight rises through the curtains, casting an eerie glow across the carpet. I sit on the edge of the bed, unable to sleep. When there's a knock on the locked door, I scramble to get dressed and then open the door. A guard stares stoically into my face as Maria hurries into the bathroom."Mr. Budanov wants to speak to you, sir. Alone."I'm led down a hallway toward the front of the house into a room where Zakhar is in the study, poring over an old-fashioned roadmap. Ignoring me, his brow furrows in concentration as I stand by the table."You asked to see me?" I take a seat across from him."I have a lead," Zakhar says. "But it'll take a day to chase it out." He stares at me with a dark scowl, debating on what to say next.Just as I'm about to respond, Zakhar's phone buzzes on the table. He picks it up and exchanges a few words with the caller before hanging up. "That was Vito," he announces. "Christian Genovesi has agreed to the meeting. You're to show up at the Lanzzare
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MariaThe soft murmur of their voices lulls me to sleep as the SUV heads to New Jersey. I try to focus on the conversation between Dad and Mikhail but slowly find myself drifting off in the back seat. I'm not quite sure when I finally fall asleep, but when I wake up, the SUV has stopped on a long driveway in an upscale neighborhood. Blinking my eyes, I sit up and stare at a brick colonial mansion with white columns, which looks cozy compared to Sorokin's creepy castle."What time is it?" I ask, stretching as I yawn."Almost ten o'clock. Have you been here before?" Mikhail asks as he opens the car door for me."No, never," I reply, stepping out of the SUV. "I don't know this side of my family.""But you know Mercy?" Mikhail questions."That's different." I stare at the size of the immaculate house. "I couldn't picture myself or Mercy growing up here."Uncle Vito answers the door and welcomes us in as if we're dear friends and not estranged family members. He ushers us inside with open
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MikhailMaria and I return to the living room to find Vito seated in an armchair and Christian lounging on a plush couch, legs crossed. Arrogance radiates off Christian, and I feel the urge to punch that smug look off his face, but the mood has changed. Obviously, Vito has no intention of letting Christian ruin his chance to save his daughter.Maria and I return to the couch near the fireplace. "Christian." I keep my voice civil. "I apologize for my earlier behavior."Vito shoots Christian a nasty look that he ignores. But I know better now. This is business, and I made it personal.I continue, "After all, our families will be linked in the future."Christian's lips twist into a crooked frown. He glances over to Zakhar, who smiles widely, baring all his teeth, and that is the only confirmation he'll get. Christian sits up, resting his elbows on his knees."Mikhail," he says. "Since we'll be family one day, I think it's time you learned a little secret of ours."I raise an eyebrow, int
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MariaI'm not sure if my cousin Christian will let me leave, but he doesn't seem to want me here on my own. After Mikhail leaves with Dad and Uncle Vito, I am escorted back to my room. I don't complain. It's after midnight, so I go to bed, and in the morning, I am given clean clothes and breakfast and practically pushed out the door.The driver is polite but barely speaks to me the entire time. When I see Rurik sitting in one of our SUVs, waiting in a parking lot by the George Washington Bridge, I practically jump out of the vehicle and run to him."Thank you," I smile sweetly as I fasten my seat belt."Maria Zakharovna." Rurik's voice is icy as he greets me.As we pull up to their Long Island mansion, the gates open, and Rurik's men stand at attention as the vehicle goes down the drive. Their eyes never leave me as I approach the front door. I've grown accustomed to Rurik's frigid personality, but it sends a shiver down my spine to feel the same coldness from his men.I nod curtly an
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MikhailI glance at my watch—seven hours and thirty-seven minutes left. Time's running out. Rurik, Pavel, and Zakhar take off to look for Alexander, and their determination is evident in every stride. As I search through his abandoned house in Maryland, my heart pounds in my chest as I kick down the front door. The stench of sweat and fear assaults my senses, making me hold my breath in disgust."Mercy?" I call out, my voice betraying the urgency I want to suppress. And then I see her.She's tied to a chair, face bruised and battered, but otherwise very much alive."Get away from her!" I shout at the man towering over her, his hand raised, ready to deliver another blow."Who the hell are you?" he snarls, turning towards me. I don't hesitate. I pull the trigger and watch as the life drains from his eyes. His body collapses to the floor, and blood pools around his head.Mercy looks up, defiance still strong in her eyes. When she speaks, her sarcastic voice is shaky yet defiant. "Took yo
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Mikhail"Ippolit shot the girl to wound her," Alexander starts, his voice weak but steady. "You know how he liked toying with his victims. And Gunsyn." He winces. "Gunsyn wanted to rape her. I was the only thing that saved her last bit of dignity when I sent him away to comb the grounds for you instead."A cold sweat appears on Zakhar's forehead, and the memory of running from Gunsyn that night must be flashing through his mind."Once that pig was gone," Alexander continues, "I looked into Aria's eyes and saw a woman who deserved better than the fate that awaited her. And she was dying anyway. So, I gave her a dignified end. I shot her in the head."My chest tightens at the revelation. Yes, he gave Maria's mother a merciful end, but he still played a part in her death. I feel a possessive anger flare up within me, demanding justice for her.But it's not justice for me to dispense."Should I thank you or condemn you?" Zakhar asks, his rage surpassing his bitterness. "You were my sworn
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MariaThe wrought iron gates loom in front of the SUV, casting long shadows across the cobblestone driveway. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I mentally prepare myself for what comes next. I step out of the SUV and gaze up at Sorokin's castle. My knees shake the closer my feet carry me to the oak door.The imposing door swings open, and an old servant greets me. "Welcome, Maria Zakharovna,"I nod politely and enter. The door shuts behind me, and the lock clicks in place, echoing through the mansion. The hairs on the back of my neck rise in response. The ancient tapestries and impressive paintings I gawked at on my first visit leave me cold as I walk further into the melancholy.I'm shown into the dining room, where Sorokin waits."Maria Zakharovna," he says with an air of surprise as he rises from his seat at the head of the table. "You've come alone. How brave.""Thank you," I reply evenly, though my stomach churns at the thought of what lies before me. "I'm a woma
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MikhailThe garage doors block out the sunlight that tries to intrude on my self-imposed isolation. I need to be alone to think, and Rurik's garage offers me a twisted sanctuary. The two-car garage looks benign to the uninitiated, but it feeds my anger. Heavy ropes hang off hooks from the ceiling, and neat racks of tools hang on a corkboard in order of size. Everything is mundane until Rurik handles it. The cement floor is cracked in places where a great weight has slammed against it.Muscles shaking, I stride through a connecting door into the second garage where a vintage Mustang is stored. It's amusing to actually see a car in here, knowing what this building was originally intended for. I lift back the protective cover from the front of the muscle car and stare at the black surface that shines, even in this dim light. Closing my eyes, I lean my hands against it and allow the feeling of guilt and love to agitate my insides.My eyes open, and I lift my gaze to the locked gun cabinet
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MariaI'm led through the hallways of Sorokin's mansion by his elderly butler. I've discovered his home isn't an actual castle made of blocks of carved stone piled sky-high. Only the exterior mimics an ancient stone structure pictured in a history book. The modern interior is constructed of plaster walls and wood floors to look old. But nonetheless, the enormous interior is a maze of rooms and difficult to navigate without help.I brace myself for whatever waits behind the large double doors we're quickly approaching. The doors open to reveal a surprisingly cheerful conservatory, and I hear laughter before I see Sorokin's guests. The man himself is nowhere in sight, and my shoulders relax. Natasha Chuikov smiles when she spots me and stands, revealing her sleek figure in a navy suit tailored like a man's.I nod at her, but my gaze goes straight to the woman sitting beside her, who turns to look at me."Maria Zakharovna Budanov," Natasha introduces us in a direct manner. "This is Paige
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MariaWe step out into the long hallway. Paige walks in the direction of the front hall as I follow Natasha to a back door that is heavily guarded. We step outside into the crisp autumn air and the scent of fallen leaves mingling with the distant sound of birds. The estate sprawls before me, and Natasha guides me toward a secluded building."The estate is well-guarded," Natasha says as we approach the range. "You won't get anywhere on foot."We step into the building—the ceiling is low, but the length of the building is long. Individual stalls are set up with dividers in between. At the end of the stall is a target. "First lesson: firearms are not accessories," says Natasha. "They're tools and demand respect, so don't aim unless you intend to shoot." She hands me a sleek handgun, surprisingly heavy in my grip. "This is a Glock 19. It's reliable, accurate, and easy to use."I turn the gun over in my hands, suddenly hyper-aware of every movement I make. "Okay." I steady my hands. "What
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