NIKOLAI
"I can help you," he said.
My hands clenched into fists. I knew men like him. Hell, I was a man like him. And people like us didn't do s**t out of the goodness of our hearts.
"Think of it as an apology for the confusion," he continued. "You know… when I mixed up Tate and Claude."
A scoff left my lips. So he was the bastard who took Jonny's son.
"And an agreement," he added, tilting his head. "Of being partners."
"What the f**k are you talking about?" Ivan snapped, sneering down at us. "That man is as good as dead, so get out of my way, Enzo."
Enzo didn't move. Didn't even blink.
"Say the word," he murmured.
I clenched my jaw, forced my eyes shut for a second, then exhaled.
I didn't have a choice. No matter what—I could not die here. Couldn't die now.
