Chapter 49
Vladimir
Armen was mortified at first, but along the line, his mortification grew into a mountain of anger that he struggled so hard to subdue.
Though the air conditioner was giving us a full blast, it couldn’t stop the sweat that streamed down his face.
“What?” He forced out through gritted teeth, his visage an amalgamation of surprise and fury. “You really thought I did that? Heck, what is going on here?”
I knew that Armen wouldn’t start a fight, but if Dmitri went on accusing him the way he did I might not be able to hold them back.
My knuckles jammed the table in frustration until the room fell silent. “We all have to calm down,” I turned to my brother whose stoic countenance masked his true feelings. “I understand how you feel, but we have to take things slowly. If
