Nikolai
The date on her mother’s grave haunted me. Something about it was familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. There was a significance to that exact day. I just didn’t know what. Whatever it was, I’m sure my father had a hand in her death.
April 17, 2008.
That was the date on her mother’s grave.
I glanced over to her to see she had fallen asleep. f**k, why can’t I remember that exact day? When I get home, I’ll do some digging to see what I can find. Pulling up to the estate, I put it in park and rubbed my temples. Exiting the SUV, I ran around to the passenger side and carefully picked her up without waking her. I shut the door with my foot and made my way to the entrance. Giovanni, Vladimir, and the rest of my men stared blankly like they had grown two heads. Of course, they
