of fighting to keep hold of a Bratva that seems reluctant support me, and I'm damn t

to my next meeting. "Shit," I mumble, grabbing m

me down the hall and out to the driveway. Before ducking into h

my weekly hour-long visit starts in fifteen. Fedor won't be pleased I'm la

, hands folded in front of him, his wrists shackle

nother inmate's wife and kids opened the door to come into the visitation room. He didn't even make it halfwa

g the metal chair legs across the concrete floor and sitting down

e metal chains jangling as he doe

k. It should be in

morrow, and I need a ne

ough it's the weather. To hear how normal it has become for

ens. "You can't b

th your other extracu

in a sneer. "I may not have my

a job, you'd hav

e leans back in his chair,

s soon as I turned sixteen. Even though the plan was always for me to take over the family

rking for the Bratva, and my father knew I'd ta

personal gain. So long as we could help him, we mattered. Fedor, unfortunate

be it's why I'm still the one taking care of him to this day. God knows Dad would not ha

I ask, trying to c

tter than ever. I'm hav

looking for sympathy, you a

k to the dark days after Mom's funeral. Fedor would look up at me every morning like he was afraid I was going to

rd is clumsy, d

ugs. "What about you?" he ask

y overthro

say instead. A generi

to see me?" he asks. "I haven't se

ow he is ab

nd the room as though only now r

prison attack. It's one of the many reasons he's able to sympathize with the m

cleared out the Magnani Mafia. Anyone who was loyal to them is

brother? No thank you. Besides, more bodies mean more men to

er, but n

ugh for you?" His brows are fu

e for as long as I can remember. He brought us full-size candy bars on Halloween and attended our birthday parties, always in a black

hug him. "Goo

eyeballing us. Physical contact between visitors and inmates is forbidden, but any contact at all

h a nod of his head. "

cross this table," Fedor says, getting right

ble to read. There's a reason he has been our lawyer for so many ye

verTheFuck," Fedor suddenly

to his lips, but Fedor rolls

are of that iss

er. "Didn't you? That's what you were

d?" Kent asks,

one," Fedo

ns. They're all recorded." Then his face goes even mor

ot a fucki

," Fedor snorts, b

him with

o an amorous couple in front of us who look seconds away from tossing all rules aside and pounding it out on the table. "

ith any charges at all, and then t

did it, okay? I'm the re

ss Fedor's face, but h

bickering. "Good. That's good news. O

"What does that mean?" Fedor asks. I

him, and looks Fedor directly in the eye in a somber

through my hair. "Another witness? Did y