Misha moves up, standing directly at Rika’s side. “Don’t you worry about it,” he tells me. “We’ll take care of it.” What? We’ll take care of… I grab Rika’s arm and pull her over to my side as I glare at him. “That’s right. We will.” You little shit. You know what your parents almost married makes you and her? Absolutely nothing. No one shuts me out. “This is family business,” he maintains. “And I’m the oldest,” I fire back, inching forward. “Get in line.” He may very well be her step-brother at some point, but I’m blood.
