Lev looks more intrigued than Yulian does, which in and of itself is alarming. My brother has always been the bloodthirsty one.
“You have reservations about how this will play out?” I ask Yulian.
“The Ivanovs have a lot of allies, Anton.”
“Ivanov has been around for a lot longer than us, Anton. He’s got a big ass Rolodex and who-the-f**k-knows how much cash squirreled away. Money talks, brother. You know that.”
I snort. “If he can buy the loyalty of any one of my allies, then he’s welcome to them. What’s left of them when I’m finished, at least. No, I want real men at my back. Not turncoats who’ll try to stab me the moment my concentration has shifted.”
Yulian looks like he’s about to keep arguing, but then he wisely falls silent. Good. The pounding in my temples is getting worse and
