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"I am meeting with the district attorney in a few weeks," Nathaniel offered.

My uncle growled, his face turning menacing. “I don't think you're applying yourself, Nathaniel. Weeks? I'm ready to go now."

I cut my eyes to him, and I could feel my eyes narrow into slits. Family or not, I was head of the organization. "Remember yourself, Uncle. It was taken care of, personally. Nathaniel is doing what he can on his end."

My uncle smacked his knees this time. "I'm going crazy in here! Neither of you could possible understand."

"Well I don't think it’s a vacation, but neither myself nor your son have forgotten you," I reminded him.

I watched as Viktor took in my words and the mention of Valentin. He collected himself and then sneered.

"This meeting is over. Nathaniel, get me the fuck out of this prison or that pretty little daughter of yours will come up missing."

He didn’t even try to mask the venom dripping from his throat. He snatched himself from his seat and walked up to the nearest guard so that he could be escorted back to his cell. Leaning back in my chair, I kept my eyes forward and I heard Nathaniel sigh.

"He controls nothing," I reminded him.

Nathaniel and I eventually stood and exited the visitors room. The meeting with my uncle had went just as I had expected. He was hot tempered and that was exactly why he was where he was. The store clerk that I had taken out had witnessed him assaulting a prostitute. He had assaulted her to the point that she was in a coma at Cook County General Hospital. Without the store clerk, there was no one to identify my uncle in the senseless beating.

The next move was, of course, to get him out, but he could wait.