Page 68 of Broken

He peered around me and motion for me to join him in the hallway. I stepped out and closed the door behind me. If Nova wanted to hear our conversation, she would have to work for it.

"My father called me," he spoke.

"It just keeps fucking raining," I said and scrubbed my hands over my face out of frustration.

Valentin stopped and took me in. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown, cousin."

"Don't spout Shakespeare to me," I groaned. "Is that what you're holed up in the room doing. Brooding and reading Shakespeare?"

Val waited for me to finish my little tirade. "As I said before, my father called. He wants a meeting."

"There's nothing to fucking discuss." I stared at Val blankly. "If I see him, I'll kill him on fucking sight."

"Viktor said that you would say that." Val nodded. "He said he needed to give you incentive on meeting and turning the Bratva over to him."

Shaking my head at my cousin, I couldn't believe the words falling out of his mouth. My blood was starting to boil, and I was seething. " No way am I negotiating with the bastard."

I was just about to go back into my bedroom, but Val's hand stopped me. "He has Yara. He has aligned himself with The Treyway Kings."

His words sent a chill down my back. This had all been planned expertly. Honestly, I didn't think Viktor could have something like this in him. How he even knew about Yara and her connection to me was unlike him. This reeked of something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"When do we meet?" I asked.

Viktor was going to meet his demise, one way or another. He had outlived any need that the Bratva had for him.