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I picked up the photo, studied it a second, and realized I recognized the man He was Russian, old stock A soldier under Cora’s father for Zakon, a firm that competed with Chaos in every which way They were the sole reason Bratva tore the roles from us

Bratva didn’t like attention, and unfortunately, Zakon lived for it

Holding the photo between ers, I placed it back on the table and waited

A moment later, Roam said, “You know him?”

“Not well”

Roahtforward, “He’s beco a problem for me”

Now that gave me pause

Surely, he didn’tstep up from robberies, intimidation, and recruitment

I let out a careful laugh “I’m not an assassin”

But Roalass of whisky and studied it “You are whatever I want you to be”

Sometimes, it was hard to keep my mouth shut And this was one such time “Listen, man I know you’re pissed that I didn’t show, but—”

He cuta courtesy” Roam pushed out of his chair and walked the office “I assuht” His calculating eyes rested on ?”

I hatedwhat I did “How much?”

And he grinned, knowing he had rin fell, and his tone deepened so you to take care of one of mine”

I looked away, out theto the tops of the buildings that surrounded the one ere in, and spoke the words with a hint of reluctance “I’ll need the address”

The leader of The Disciples said, “Get it done Tonight”

The photograph lay face-up on the desk I tried not to think about the guy, but it was impossible

He had daughters He had a wife At this point, a couple of grandkids, at the very least But he’d made his presence known to a person who had the means to eliminate a problem

My jaw tightened