Page 31 of Savage Throne
Fuck. I have to talk to him. But. . .what can I say?
Chapter five
Guesses in the Dark
Lei
Dima’s shirt still bore the bloodstains of Barbara’s death, dried and cracked on his sleeves. It was a grim reminder of what had gone down tonight.
His hands were tucked into his pockets but I could feel the haunting tension rolling off him in waves.
I swallowed. “Dima. . .I’m sorry. I liked Barbara Whiskers.”
“He didn’t have to kill her.”
“He didn’t.”
“I want him dead, Lei.”
“I know.”
“Can you get the job done?”
“I can.”
“You say that but people keep dying.”
“I will bring you his head.”
“You won’t need to bring it. I will be at the feast and this fucking battle.”
“You will not. This is an East matter—”
“It turned into a Diamond Syndicate matter when he took a Rowe Street Mob family member and then killed my cat—an absolute member of Flower Mafia.”
“Dima. . .he could use you against me.”
“He already did.” Dima leaned his head to the side. “In fact. . .I’m surprised Rose and I are still alive.”
“What?”
“Leo’s keeping me was clearly to force you to let Moni go.”
I pursed my lips.
“I’m surprised you didn’t let me die.”
I shivered.
“I know you must have wanted to for just. . .a second. . .or two.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.” Dima took his hand out of his pocket and ran it through his hair. “You’re a better man than me.”
“Meaning?”
“For Rose. . .I might’ve. . .”
