“My Bratva means everything to me. But so does my family. Luckily for me, they’re one and the same. My Bratva is my family. My family is my Bratva. I won’t have to sacrifice my son for my empire, or the other way around.” I lean in, forcing her to scrunch back against the hard, white sofa cushions. “But even if I have to choose between the two, know this: I would burn my Bratva to the ground before I let anyone hurt my family.”
