Vladimir Volkov's Pov
"I assure you, the situation is under control," I hissed into the phone, my knuckles white as I gripped the receiver. "The Bianchi boy's actions change nothing. Our agreement stands."
A pregnant pause hung as I waited for the Terekov boss's response. My heart hammered against my ribs, a caged animal desperate for release.
"Very well, Volkov. But remember, we'll be watching closely." The line went dead.
I slammed down the phone, a tremor running through my hand. Damn that impulsive Bianchi Boy. His reckless move had set the underworld ablaze, and now I danced on the edge of a knife.
The weight of my decision pressed down on me, an invisible noose tightening with each labored breath. Canceling Irina's wedding... had it truly been the right choice? Or had I merely t
