Mikhail
My bloodstained hands are a grim reminder of another wedding turned into a murder scene. My fists clench at my sides as rage and guilt swirl within me like a storm, threatening to break loose. I should be a married man, but instead, I'm planning how I can contain the blowback from my own wedding m******e.
The casualties were few, but one is too many. I let my guard down when I shouldn't have.
I barge into my office, and the penthouse is once again my haven from a madman's vendetta. I saved Maria from her father, but today, I lost Anton. A good man who sacrificed his own life like my brother did eighteen years ago.
My men have gone over every inch of the building, checking for anything that could signal another attempt on our lives, especially bombs. The tension is palpable enou
