Chapter 22 New York - Koslov Family

Alexander Vittorio POV

I’ve been in Brooklyn, New York for three months, and it already feels like home. I love working with Viktor, and getting to stay busy helps keep the demons at bay.

But at night, they stream back in.

Driving away from the docks where a shipment of weapons came in, I stop at a red light.

“I don’t trust Brayden Kelly as far as I can throw the man,” Viktor mutters from the passenger seat.

We had a couple of meetings with the arms dealer over the past two months.

“Yeah, there’s something off about him,” I say as I watch the cars pass in front of us.

“My gut tells me he won’t deliver.”

“Your gut is probably right.”

When the light turns green, I drive down the street. I glance to the right, and my eyes lock on a woman who’s holding a toddler's hand.

The air wooshes from my lungs, and instantly my heart thunders in my chest.

Anya.

She disappears into a Starbucks.

“Xander!” Viktor snaps just in time to stop me from driving into the car in front of us. “Jesus Christ.”

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