Chapter 24: Sofia
A knot forms in my gut. I don’t want blood on my hands. But I know better than to interfere. My father won’t listen to anything I say when it involves people who have actively targeted his family.
Papa shakes his head. “Let’s figure out what happened first. We’ll find who stole the shipment before we make any moves. We need to find out who Victor Dmitriyev works for.”
Roman frowns. “Dmitriyev?”
My father nods.
“Sounds familiar. Maybe he’s with the Vikashev crew?”
“Marco will run the name. For now, Sofia needs protection.” Papa jabs a finger in Roman’s direction. “And I want you to handle it.”
What? Oh, hell no!
I assumed Roman was called into the office to take care of-which is a nice way of saying eliminate-the problem, not be my babysitter. After what happened last weekend, I don’t want to be anywhere near him. I want to forget that he even exists, which I can’t do if he shadows me. “Papa,” I begin.