Graduation (Kingmakers, #5)

by Sophie Lark

“You gave us your word. You signed a contract with my father. Then you shot him in the face and put seven bullets in my back that were aimed at my wife. If your people had their way, Sabrina wouldn’t exist.” I can’t deny the betrayal of the blood oath, a crime even the Bratva blush to remember. Alexei Yenin signed his print in blood, then launched a massacre at the wedding of his own daughter and Sebastian Gallo. All I can say in defense is, “That wasn’t me, and that wasn’t my family.” “No?” Nero sneers. “Then show me your shoulders.” I don’t hesitate. I wrench down the shoulder of my shirt, baring nothing but flesh. Instead, I point at the wolf on my arm. “I wear my own brand. Mine and no other. I have no quarrel with the Gallos.” With a flash of teeth, I add, ”I’d like to keep it that way.” I won’t be intimidated by Nero. He looks at the wolf, rapid thought flickering behind those dark eyes. He resembles his daughter so strongly that I feel the strangest mix of connection and confusion. Nero stole the diamond—I want to steal the thing most precious to him. “I would never hurt Sabrina,” I tell him. “I’d do anything to keep her safe.” “Anything? I’m sure you think so …” The speedometer is up to 120. We’re racing down a dark road meant for less than half that speed. Each curve presents us with a sheer rock face, rushing toward us at sickening pace. Eyes as black as that stone, Nero says, “I would drive us into a wall this moment before I would risk you hurting her.” I don’t...