Arslan snorts. “Talk about your sister that way in front of her,and she’ll gut you. The b***h is crazy.”
“Crazy, maybe,” Giorgos agrees. “But she’s strong, too. Andbeautiful. And she comes from a powerful family. If you don’twant to make an alliance with us, someone else will.”
I step forward, my fingers drumming on the table near aglistening steak knife. “Are you threatening to align with theBattiatos behind my back?”
Giorgos eyes the knife and then looks back up at me, anervous smile on his face. “I want to work with you, Nikolai. Ihave no plans to break our deal. But if you don’t respect theagreement… well, you’d do the same thing in my position.”
But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
The thought of Giorgos and the Battiato
