VIKTOR
“You couldn’t trust me, could you?” Dominic asked as I struggled to adjust myself in a comfortable position, which was quite a task considering the hospital bed sucked under my weight. As if three gunshot wounds were bad not enough that I had to sleep without the comfort of my own bed.
And when I finally locked my gaze with my brother, I saw something unexpected in his eyes—hurt.
Dominic was the underboss but long before that, he was my brother—my blood. While our father taught us how to trust each other blindly when it came to business, our mother taught us how to be brothers.
If there was anyone I would trust with Mia’s safety after me, it would be Dominic. But I was playing a game—a dangerous game at that. And convincing Dominic of her so-called death was part of the deal.
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