I end the call and quickly press dial on Luca’s number. “Armani?” he answers with concern already lacing his voice. “Makarova fucked with my wife. I’m giving you a courtesy call to let you know I’m going to kill him.” “What did he do?” “He made it look like she was having an affair, and he had a man watching her. The fucker shot at her.” I don’t even bother telling him the man also tried to take me out. “Cristo,” Luca curses. “Let me talk to Viktor. You can’t take Makarova on your own.” A victorious smile curves my lips. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. “Thank you, sir.”
