can split their forces,” he says. “We don’t want to fight the Braterstwo and the Bratva at once.”
My father thinks we should wait and gather information so we know what they have planned.
“They’ve already combined forces, if what Mikolaj says is true,” my father says, with an expression that means he doesn’t at all take Mikolaj’s honesty as a given.
“Yeah,” Nero says, “But we already shook that tree and we didn’t get any fucking apples. If we couldn’t find Nessa after a month of looking, how many decades do you think it will take to find a good source?”
While they’re all arguing, Aida and Callum are murmuring to each other. During a break in the conversation, Aida says to Mikolaj, “Your men think you’re dead?”
“Yes,” Miko nods.
“That’s one advantage we have,” Aida says.
“They plan to attack me at the library opening?” Callum says.
“Yes.”
“Then we should let them,” Callum says.
Nobody likes this idea, least of all my father.
“You need to cancel the event and lay low,” he says.
“The Russians are good at killing people,” Callum says. “You can’t avoid every car bomb or drive-by or shooter in a crowd. We should pretend that we know nothing to draw them out.”
Aida presses her lips together, unhappy with this. But she doesn’t argue with Cal—at least, not in front of everybody else.
After another contemplative pause, Marcel says, “I might have an idea.”
Everyone turns to look at him, since this is the first time he’s spoken. Klara is sitting next to him, about as close as you can get without actually touching.
The one thing I haven’t told my family is that Marcel is the one who killed Jack Du Pont. We’ve got enough resentment in the room without adding that to the mix.
“What’s your idea?” Nero Gallo says, suspiciously.
“Well . . .” Marcel looks at Dante. “I don’t know if you’re going to like it . . .”
29
Miko
It’s 3:00 in the morning and I’m driving over to Jungle, with Nero Gallo in the passenger seat next to me, and Sebastian in the back. Aida wanted to come too, but Dante wouldn’t agree to it.
“I’m a better shot than Seb,” she argued.
“I don’t give a shit,” Dante said, bluntly. “You’re not going into a firefight.”
“Because I’m a girl?” Aida said, furiously.
“No,” Dante said. “Because you’re Papa’s favorite. It’ll kill him if something happens to you.”
“Let them go,” Callum said to her, laying his hand on her arm. “We have our own plans to make.”
Aida tossed her head resentfully, but didn’t argue any further.
As we drive over to the club, Nero watches me instead of the road.
“If you turn on my brother, the first bullet out of my gun goes right between your eyes,” he tells me.
“If I wanted to kill Dante, I could have done it this afternoon,” I say.
“You could have tried,” Nero sneers. “Dante’s not so easy to kill.”
“Neither am I,” I say with a short laugh. I think I proved that today, if nothing else.
We come around Jungle on the back side.
The club is closed for the night, all the exterior lights turned off. Still, a dozen cars are parked in the back lot. I’ve been “dead” for less than a day, and Jonas is already making himself at home in my club.
Actually, I feel half-dead. I may be bandaged up, but I’m stiff and aching. I know I’m not as fast as I was before. One good punch to the guts where Franciszek got me with his knife, and I’ll be right back where I started.
No time to heal, though.
Marcel called Jonas from the Griffin’s kitchen, pretending to reconcile. Jonas picked up after only one ring.
“Marcel,” he said, his tone confident and taunting. “Having second thoughts about whose side you’re on?”
“I didn’t side with Mikolaj,” Marcel said, coldly. “I don’t give a fuck about that traitor. What I do take offense to is anybody trying to put their hands on Klara.”
“Klara interfered in our business,” Jonas said.
“I don’t give a fuck if she shot the Pope in the face,” Marcel growled into the phone. “Klara belongs to me now, do you understand?”
He looked over at Klara. Their eyes locked together. The jolt of energy that passed between them was palpable.
“Fine, alright. I don’t want to hurt Klara. She is my cousin, after all,” Jonas said, magnanimously. “But you did shoot Simon. And that’s a problem.”
“I have a peace offering,” Marcel said. “Dante Gallo. I thought you might like to skin him alive before you put a knife in his heart.”
“You have