Events like these, they have rules. Codes, and very strict ones at that. A pakhan walking into a business christening with a woman on his arm…
He wouldn’t do that unless that woman was important. Unless she was his.
April could be yours, the most feral, possessive part of me snarls. She’d be yours if you claimed her.
But I can’t claim her like that.
Then, suddenly, I feel a kick under the table. “Matvey,” Yuri hisses, bringing me back to the present.
I realize the vory are looking at me. Someone must’ve been trying to get my attention.
“This is Ipatiy’s night, Gora,” says Grisha pleasantly. “Certainly, the D.C. acquisition can wait.”
So that’s what they were asking after. “Grisha’s right,” I say. “We can talk business in the morning. Tonight, we’re celebrating.”
Of course, I would
