Chapter 27

• Dante
• I didn’t trust Nikolai. Never had, never would. That bastard had been circling me like a vulture for years, waiting for the perfect moment to sink his claws in and drag me into a war I wasn’t ready to start. But I wasn’t blind, I knew he wanted me gone. I knew he had something planned. Like getting Javier to get on my nerves. Sending Ricardo after me, taking down my websites.
• I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the mahogany desk as I studied the reports laid out in front of me. Nikolai’s movements over the past three days were carefully detailed, every meeting, every conversation, every goddamn breath he took.