Zoya pov
Six weeks have passed since I took the chair. Six weeks of meticulously dismantling the codes in the ledger and getting enough dirt on every major player in this city and beyond to bury them. Daddy was thorough. Ruthless. Brutal. He gave me everything I needed to be feared and to make it in this world as a woman. It still rankles with me, but it is what it is. Bratva. A Brotherhood. With a sister now running the show. It’s… interesting.




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