Marry Her?

"You realize what you four have done!!" Dimitri Molotov growls as he slams his bejeweled fist against his desk. His eyes align with his beloved nephew, who now appeared not so beloved. "A renewal of conflict with Ulyanov Bratva!! As if Doucette wasn't enough! You fools! Did you find it so necessary to explode the building!?

Both Yigor and Serge peek warily at their blonde cousin who stood proudly next to them. They were present in the private study room of Dimitri's sprawling manorial estate.

"Father, I seriously doubt the Ulyanovs are aware it was us behind the deaths of their dignitaries," Grigori assures collectively without meeting his father's furious gaze. "Besides, not as if their direct family members were harmed."

"You had the girl, why the fūck did you detonate explosives?!" Dimitri glowers as his patience wore thin. "You don't think word will get out that the girl is in your fūcking possession, meaning that you fools were behind the deaths of my allies and dignitaries!?"

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