But I also know Bogdan. Disloyalty is not a crime he will ever forgive.
If I hand him the knife, he’ll cut Oleg’s throat without so much as blinking.
“Your father wanted to be don,” Oleg snarls. “So he killed his own brother and took what was nevermeant to be his.”
“A strong don takes what he wants,” Bogdan intones.
“And a weak one bleats about what he feels he’s owed,” I add. “Claims mean nothing. Strength meanseverything. Svetlana filled Maxim’s head with lies.”
“She was the wife of the true don,” Oleg snaps. “And Maxim is Yakov’s heir. You’re sitting on histhrone, mudak.”
“So this was his revenge?” I ask. “He wanted to murder our father and he used you to do it.”
“Wrong?” I echo. I frown. I was so sure that that was the right analysis of the situation. Oleg sworehis allegiance
