Asa's POV
The sound of Jake’s screams still lingered faintly in my ears long after they’d dragged him away. The quarry had gone quiet again. The only thing breaking the silence was Marco’s voice as he gave orders to secure the perimeter.
I stood by the SUV, smoking and thinking— partly about my empire and partly about Eliana.
And then my phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me out of my thoughts. One of my eyes within The Russians group— Viktor.
“Talk.” I said as I answered.
“Boss, we’ve got a situation.” His Russian accent was thick, the kind that made everything sound like bad news.
“What kind?”
“The Russian leader, she’s on her way to you. She said it’s urgent.”
“Lydia?” My brow furrowed slightly.
“Yes, sir.”
That got my attention. Lydia Morozov — head of the Bratva’s European
