Page 41 of Sinful Promise

“Your business isn’t suffering. I made sure all the accounts were up to date, and the event next week is completely taken care of. I’ve already briefed the team?—”

“Save it, Danil, I’m not interested in your fucking excuses. I’ll talk to Dimitri myself.” He ends the call.

“Prick.”

I open up my texts and quickly type one out to Dimitri, telling him that Anton is in a mood when a message from my brother appears in our text thread.

Dimitri

We’re meeting with Alexei in an hour.

Me

Where?

Dimitri

Family penthouse. Don’t be late.

When I stepout of the elevator, I bite back a groan of annoyance when I see who’s waiting for me.

It turns out this meeting isn’t just with Alexei, but with the entire family. EvenLev, Nina, and Anton are here, and the latter looks just as pissed as I expected.

When he finally spots me, I get nothing but a scowl.

Asshole.

I bypass Anton and head straight over to Lev, who is standing in the corner of the living area looking like he wants to be anywhere but here. I know family meetings like this aren’t his favorite, especially when he doesn’t have Elle by his side. So, I decide trying to put him at ease.

“It’s good to see you, Lev.” I slap my brother on the shoulder.

I’m still getting used to having Lev as part of our family, but he’s a nice enough guy, which is a miracle, considering the hell Igor put him through.

I lean against the sideboard, crossing my arms over my chest. “How are things with Marco? He’s what, three months old now?”

Lev’s shoulders visibly relax at the mention of his newborn son, and the hint of a smile tugs at his lips.

He keeps his eyes down. “Good. He is a happy child.”

“And how’s Elle?”

“She’s doing amazingly well. I’m so proud of her.”

It’s actually adorable the way he talks about Elle. They might have had a rocky start to their relationship, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people so right for each other.

“I’d love to come and visit. If that’s okay?”

“I would like that.”

Nina appears, looking as ethereal as ever. She offers me a glass of vodka, which I take without question.

Being Russian, I know I should love the stuff, but I don’t. I think it tastes like lighter fluid, and it gives me the most god-awful hangover, so I stick to whiskey when I’m not in the presence of my brothers.

But for the sake of saving face, I take the glass and down half of it.

Nina smiles. “Thought you might need that.”

“I take it Anton filled you in?”

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