Lorenzo stared into the amber depths of his whiskey for a long moment before tipping the glass back and draining it in one smooth pull. Then he set it down on the polished bar table with a sharp clink, watching as the bartender refilled his drink.
Sebastian lounged to his left, while Nathan occupied the stool on his right, both men nursing their own drinks in thoughtful silence.
“Why don’t you just kill Volkov?” Sebastian suggested. His tone remained deceptively light as he took a slow sip and studied Lorenzo over the rim of his glass. “That’ll end the problem once and for all.”
Lorenzo’s jaw clenched tight, the muscle ticking visibly. “I don’t think that’s possible,” he said, his voice low and strained. “She’s getting attached to him more and more. If I do something permanent to him,
