“Why?” My father laughed darkly on the other end of the phone. “If I’ve taught you nothing, my son, you should know our enemies never need a reason why.”
I gritted my teeth as I stared at myself in the mirror across from my desk, clenching the phone so tight in my fist I thought I make break it in half.
I hated asking him for s**t. It always ended the same— me, raging f*****g pissed while I stared at my reflection in the mirror and hated it. Hated that I looked like him— walked like him, talked like him. I took a drag off of my cigarette, staring at my own cold and distant eyes in the mirror.
“What do you know about Novikov?” I asked again.
“Mikhail is a spineless p***y,” my father spat, the familiar venom in his voice making my hair stand on end. “He hides behind false names and pr
