29 | Dubious

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"Sure you can do that?"

Ricchar's question was filled with doubt and dissent as I'd expected, but I couldn't risk dragging Mykaela deeper into our family's complicated mess. Especially now that the huge can of worms got opened—by no less than the damned Russian mafia, too. "Only way I can keep her out of this."

"You didn't ask her to stay?" Ricchar stepped closer to me and glanced behind us.

I did the same. Pappa Stefano stood by the covered windows in the corner of the study room, busy talking to someone on the phone. More like, barking orders over the phone.

We already discussed what happened to the ambushed convoy and agreed on our next steps with the head of security. Mamma Eleana now looked too bothered by everything to even speak. She sat in the swivel chair, the stacks of paperwork partly covering her slumped posture. Her brows and lips creased in concentration as she kept silent.

"Why?" I glanced sideways to look at Ricchar. Did he think Mykaela would stay if I as