Dimitri's POV
Mikhail was shocked. His eyes went wide with disbelief.
Even the hanging guards were shocked. They stared at me like I had lost my mind.
I had just dismissed Mikhail Reznikov, the mafia who made other mafia pee their pants. The man who raised the Volkov twins to be the dread of Moscow's underworld. But I didn't care. He had broken my trust.
"You do not mean it," Mikhail said. I could hear the hurt in his voice.
I faced him directly. I stepped closer until I was just inches away from him.
"You heard me," I said. My face was void of any expression. I should have been scared but I wasn't.
"Dimitri," Mikhail started. "You cannot..."
"I can," I interrupted. "And I have. This is my territory. My rules are sovereign."
Mikhail looked at me for a long mome
