Dima has stopped pacing and is watching me. I can’t tell if he’s angry. His expression is neutral, cool. If he is angry, it’s a kind of deep simmering rage that takes a while to rise to the surface. I’m worried of what it could mean for me and Lukas if it ever does.
Finally, he tightens his fists. “What you want doesn’t matter. He’s my son, too.”
“And in every other way,” he snaps. “Romanoffs look out for our kin. As soon as I knew he belonged to me, I came back for him. And for you. Whether you trust me or not, I’m going to fix this s**t. And then I’m going to provide for my son.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that.”
Dima grabs his gun from the table and marches towards the motel door. “Yes, krasativsa. We will.”
I don’t know how to grasp what is happening, but taking care of Lukas gi
