I lean against the billiards table as he approaches me, his expression turning sheepish. “Wanna play a game?” he asks.
I smirk. “Why? We already know I’d win.”
“That’s not what Marina claimed when you were married.” He says it with a smile, but it dies the moment the words leave his mouth. He even pales as he waits for my reaction.
“Care to repeat that?” I snarl.
His eyes flicker across the room, checking to make sure it’s just the two of us. Then he sighs and slumps forward. “Sorry. I thought that would be funnier out loud.”
He was never good at saying sorry. Even as a little boy, he hated having to ask for forgiveness. Which is what Otets made him do every time he mouthed off to me.
“He is not just your brother, but your future don,” he’d say. “You will ask for forgiveness and you
