Hope For The Best, Expect the Worst

(SERGIO)

I know something is wrong as soon as Karlen, Maksim and five of my men crowd into my office on the yacht. We had dropped anchor off the coast of Donetsk, not far from Nikolai's beach house. 

"Papà," Karlen says in his most reasonable tone. "You should sit." 

Maksim grimaces, knowing me well enough to understand how this comes across. No one tells me to calm down or take a seat. I am the head of this Dvina, the capo, and I can never show weakness. 

"Tell me," I bark, remaining on my feet. 

"A message has come in from Kuznetsov," Maksim says. "It's bad." 

I appreciate his directness, but my gut still cramps all the same. What has Kuznetsov done to her? If he has done anything to hurt her, I will bomb the entire Donetsk, skull fuck his corpse, then go after his wife and children. I will stop at nothing to ruin his entire family and lineage. No one touches my family and lives to tell the story.