Mikhail
My phone starts ringing just as we enter the apartment.
“Wash your hands, Lenochka.” I point to the paper bag holding her donut, which she’s clutching to her chest. “And dinner first. You can eat the donut after. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy!”
I pull out the phone, look at the screen, and turn to Bianca. “It’s Roman. Can you help Lena? I have to take this.”
She nods, brushes her hand down my forearm, and hurries toward the bathroom. I still find it hard to process how much I enjoy her touching me.
“Pakhan?” I say into the phone.
“I need you to go check on Sergei,” he says. “He hasn’t been answering his phone since this morning, and he has a meeting with Mendoza’s men tonight. If he isn't in shape to take it, I need you to go instead.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
I put the p
