"That's Agent Danvers. He's the scum-sucking vermin who works for the FBI."
I recognize the name.
The man is rather bloody, with a gash on his forehead, as two EMTs carry him on a stretcher to an awaiting ambulance. He doesn't appear conscious, but it's hard to tell from a few seconds' clip that we're shown.
"He has a reputation for being dirty," Madisyn says. "Rumor has it that he planted evidence in several cases to get convictions."
I exhale a long breath. "I do recall you mentioning that once before."
"I don't believe Anton is guilty," Madisyn says.
"You don't believe that he murdered Dmitri."
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Silence.
Our family has become tighter, stronger, and more solid, without a weak link like Anton tearing us down.
The bratva life isn't for everyone.
She's convinced me that pursuing Anton and Savannah is a waste of my resources. It's not the financial aspect that I'm worried about but the manpower that puts us open to the cartel. If I have my men run leads across the country every time we suspect that Anton or Savannah might be someplace, there are less men to protect my family.
With the FBI hunting them down, it's unlikely that they've settled down in one place.
And my family is my number one priority.
Which includes the bratva, Madisyn, and my daughter, Kira.
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