Chapter 50
The safe house was in the industrial district, an old warehouse converted into living space. Secure, defensible, off the grid. They'd been there for three days when the Russians arrived.
Not just the Bratva leader she'd met before. Two men, both intimidating, both carrying themselves with the same deadly confidence.
"Adrian," the first one said, embracing him like a brother. "It's been too long."
"Alexei," Adrian replied warmly. Then turning to the second man, equally warmly: "Mikhail."
She froze. "Mikhail?"
The second Russian laughed. "Not that Mikhail. Different family. I get that reaction a lot lately." He extended his hand. "Mikhail Volkov. No relation to your dead psychopath."
"These are the Volkov brothers," Adrian explained. "The real Volkovs. Viktor and Nadia are
