Dimitri's POV
Mikhail was pacing the office like a caged animal, his footsteps heavy on the marble floor.
I sat in the leather chair, staring at nothing, feeling like a ghost.
My life was a complete mess.
Just a few weeks ago, I was the one searching for answers, desperately trying to figure out who I was.
And now that I had found out, I wished I never did.
I wished I had just stayed at the farm with Maria and Luna, living that simple peaceful life.
Being a mafia lord, having enemies everywhere, being responsible for so many lives was too much.
"What if it was Alexei who kidn*pped Carlo?" Mikhail spoke suddenly, cutting through my thoughts.
I looked up at him. "What?"
"Think about it," Mikhail said, stopping his pacing. "Roberto is my brother, Carlo is techn
