Nightfall - A Mafia Romance

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y and white flutter around the screen as tho

t enough to di

stian," so

know. Plus, I don't want to

as a kid. We practically grew up together. The Bratva is a fam

hing him spill hi

them," someone whispers.

k-pictures, dates, and locations. All of it pr

ks, he was monitored and followed, and I hoped it would turn out to be nothing more than a Bratva rumor.

I know t

t let th

s leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His fac

lieutenant. Though, with Sevastian's betrayal sti

of the men in the room straighten their spine

orical, but a few me

ay him and his family. You're my family and S

tionships, but they're founded on trust. When that trust is broken, the relationship

efense. There is nothing he could say that would excuse the fact that h

an iron fist. Ruthless. Unforgiving. They had no time for regret or disappoin

lead in th

unging into silence except for

rik. "Send fo

nod. "Should I tell him t

moment and shake m

nervous if I tell him to meet me at my office. He may guess I know something and dive into the rat's nest prep

and pick him up. If he asks any questions, tell him I told you

hem out, leaving me behind with the paused video showing Sevastian t

y, but I see the tattoo peeking out from the collar of his sweater as he reaches across the table. It's the brown bear he had

the end, meant not

have to be at the house when Sevastian

even into his teen years, his face peeked out from un

burying my laughter behind a clenched jaw, Sevastian was jovial. He pulled pranks on maids, told dirty jo

, flanked on either side by lieutenants, it's tha

hat my father woul

stronger alone, better without the Bratva at his side. So now,

no mercy, no

iend or my brother. He is my enemy,

n armchair in the den, one leg crossed over the other,

s in the doorway

furrows, and I know he is suspicious. As he should be. Sevastian has always been a smart man,

, beckoning him into the

s told there's some

ing in the shadows of the entryway. They won't interrupt the proceedings unless they have to. U

ewhere between a statement an

the sofa next to me. "You

les as he sits. "I didn't

veryone in the Bratva.

rough it. "No. Strange. This piece of

out any messages he may have missed from the FBI. Though, if he's smart, he'll have a second phone t

st wanted to call you in here and make sure you were still alive

hair, the gelled strands returning to their previous spikiness the m

too much work, am I?

, no. Anything for the

ells me he's uncomfortable. Probably because I'm being kind to him. Sevastian kn

he couch. "So, you just brought me here to check up on

reaching out and clapping a hand on his shoulde

astian goes pale, and he swallows a lump in his throa

nt for you,"