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A Jordanian lawyer, married to one of Bratva's best enforcers... They had a daughter and a son. All of them killed in one brutal night, their bodies left cold and lifeless. The little girl and boy too, why does that hit me so hard?
A family erased in an instant.
But there’s one thought that keeps clawing at the back of my mind.
Is she the little girl?
She said it herself, to Donovan, they didn’t check everyone’s bodies, and she survived.
I don’t even know why I’m asking myself that. The idea is absurd, but... something about it makes sense. The way her eyes are always filled with rage, the way she’s always looking around like she knows what hell looks like.
Could she be the same one? Could Voron be the little girl who survived that night?
I push the thought down, but it keeps resurfacing. How the hell would she even survive that night if it was as brutal as Lev said? And where was she for all those years?
Why is she here, tangled up with the Bratva now, when she should be... well, anywhere else but here, years later? How the hell did she get involved with the Bratva again? If she’s really the same girl, if she’s really survived that night, why wouldn’t anyone have noticed the connection?
Why hasn’t anyone connected the dots? Or is she really well covered by Vik and Kat…
I sit back down and start searching through my phone, swiping through some old articles again.
There’s an old story about the lawyer, the mother. I found her name quickly,Amane El Mansour.
Why would someone who had ties like that be killed?
I pulled up another link, an older photo of her smiling. This woman… Could she have really been the mother of the girl I’m always thinking about?
I stop myself there, staring at the image. If her husband, the enforcer, was the initial target, then why wipe out everyone? And if it was her, the lawyer, who was the true threat? But… Why? Why take her down?
The entire thing feels off, like the pieces don’t fit together the way they should. Why kill an entire family affiliated with the Bratva? A lawyer, a man loyal to them, and two kids. It’s...too much.
I lean back in my chair, pressing my palms into my eyes. A thousand thoughts racing.
My phone buzzes with a new message from Lev. Saying he found a few more things on her. Attached to his text was a file.
I curse under my breath. I need answers, and I need them now. No more waiting. No more games. This isn’t some mission. This is personal now.
The phone buzzes on the desk, and I glance at the screen before picking it up, seeing her name light up.
“Nice of you to finally call me,” I say. The truth is, I’ve been waiting for this, though I’d never admit it. I’ve been buried in the case, inher. “I was beginning to think I’d have to beg for your attention.”
There’s a pause on the other end, and I can hear her breathing, steady. “Everything okay?” I ask again. “Should I be worried?”
“No, it’s okay. I’m fine,” she says, “But I need a favor.”
I sit up straighter, my fingers still poised above the keyboard, half distracted by the fact that she’s on the other side of this call, so damn close and yet miles away. “Go on,” I murmur, as if I’m not already imagining the look in her eyes when she asks me to do things I can’t say no to.
“I need you to pick me up tonight,” she says, almost too casually.
I hesitate for a fraction of a second. “Where are you going?”
She doesn’t give much. Not like she ever would. “It’s personal.”
I freeze, my eyes flicking back to the screen in front of me, searching for any new clues on her family, her history. But that one word, “personal,” makes my stomach tighten in a way I don’t want to understand. Why the hell does it bother me?
“Tell me.”
For a second, I think she might actually crack. But no. She’s colder than that. “I can’t. But I need you to do it.”
