“I don’t give a f**k if he admits responsibility,” I growl. “I don’t need proof to come at him. He killed my—”
I stop short to gather myself. I nearly lost it when we walked into that boardroom and I saw Petyr standing there. The simple fact of him breathing… It’s incomprehensible. Petyr Ivanov gets to live, while Maksim Orlov rots beneath the cold earth.
“We’re playing the long game, brother,” Konstantin says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “But I promise you that that bastard will be made to answer for Maksim’s death.”
“And who are you to promise me that?”
Konstantin drops his arm. His expression falters. “You’re my cousin, Misha, but you’ve always felt like my brother. We grew up together. I’ve always looked up to you. I love you, man. But sometimes—”
“Let me guess?” I ask bitter
