Adrian finally spoke, his voice calm. “When is Volkov moving next?”Petrov exhaled sharply, tilting his head back with a dry laugh. “If you think I will betray him, you don’t know me at all.”Nathan smirked. “Oh, we know you.” He pushed himself off the wall and took slow steps forward. “We know you are a man who enjoys power, but let’s be real right now, you have none.” He crouched slightly, leveling his gaze with Petrov’s. “So, tell me, why are you still pretending you have a choice?”Petrov’s lips twitched, but he remained silent.Adrian pulled out a knife, flipping it once in his hand before gripping it tightly. “I don’t have patience for this.” Without warning, he drove the blade into Petrov’s thigh.A sharp, agony cry tore from Petrov’s throat as his body jerked against the chair. His muscles tensed, breath coming in short, pained gasps. Blood soaked through his pants, dripping onto the cold floor.Adrian remained unfazed, twisting the knife slightly before pulling it out. “That
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