Chapter 44
Ilya
“How much have we moved this quarter through Void?”
Misha grins like he always grins when I mention the chain of clubs I’d named after my own nickname among the men of shadows. I opened the first club nearly ten years ago now and have six in total with another set to open in Las Vegas later this year.
Misha sits back in his chair. “Just under fifteen million.”
I consider. “We can do more.”
“We can.”
Misha’s business phone chimes and he slides it from his pocket. I watch as his entire demeanor changes. His body stiffens, his face growing hard. All traces of Misha’s ever-present play are gone, and nothing but the brutal warrior I know, and love, remain.
“What is it?”
His eyes lift to mine. They are filled with horror.
His mouth opens. Then it closes.
He says nothing as he passes me the phone. As soon as I see the screen, I know why. There’s very little to say other than, “This is war.”