Chapter 160

• I didn’t bother to ask her what she meant by “took care of;” the meaning was all over her face.
• “I’d seen them when the men took them out of the car in the parking lot: a mother, father, and a teenage girl. She was around Timur’s age then. Under the rain, I snuck around the hidden passages and caught Rafayel watching through the cracks. The screams were terrifying, and the sound of gunfire continued echoing through every wall that night. Timur walked out of that room with blood on his clothes and splashes on his face, deadly silent. Till today, only he and his brother know the exact details of what went down in that study. But I know his father made him watch the torture and forced him to sit through it while he murdered that young girl and her parents. The only evidence that he was there was the incessant nightmares he battled with every night afterward. Rainy days only made it worse. All that man cared about was having his sons rise in the ranks, becoming top leaders in the Bratva. And he succeeded in making Timur the man he wanted him to become: successful, powerful, ruthless, and vain.”
• I remembered what he’d said to me that night about their father.