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“We’re about five minutes out now. Are you ready?”
    She simply looked at him.
    He nodded again and said, “I’ll drop you off and you’re on your own. I hope to see you around, Bone.”
    “Hope is for fools,” she said in return.
    The car stopped and she hopped out. He drove off, and she watched the red lights disappear under the blanket of snow falling from the sky. The cold wasn’t a deterrent tonight. The material of her unitard was such that she was insulated against the weather. She tucked her hair under the hood and secured it over her head and face.
    She made her way through the dense forest that surrounded Vadim Yesipov’s mansion and stashed her backpack in a secure place. The waterproof bag held everything she valued with the exception of her sisters. She covered the area with leaves and dirt and then stood and glanced up into the night sky.
    “ Zeh mah sheyesh ,” she whispered to the twinkling lights piercing the blackness. This is what there is; there is no more. The Hebrew rolled off her tongue effortlessly.
    Her father had once whispered it as she’d watched him kill a man. She’d been born to follow in her mother and father’s footsteps. They’d been little more than glorified terrorists wrapping their own need to kill all who didn’t believe as they did in the cloak of righteousness.
    How life had come full circle for Bone. Her parents could have never imagined what she would mature into. They’d be delighted she was sure.
    Bone opened the floodgates and let the rage that always burned under her surface consume her. The taste of it was sweet on her tongue. The feel of it in her blood was potent. The demon in her soul delighted in being freed.
    She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply and once more spoke the words she’d said over Ninka all those years ago.
    “Baruch dayan emet, aval n’kamah hayah mokesh,” Bone whispered. “Shalom, achot.”

Chapter Three
    Vadim had been expecting him. Dmitry was ushered into the main salon and offered a heavy crystal snifter of Vadim’s finest vodka. Dmitry tossed it back and let out a loud groan. The vodka chased away the headache he sported since being choked out by Bone.
    Vadim laughed and clapped him on the back. “How is the son of my blood-brother?”
    “I will be better soon,” Dmitry said vaguely.
    The game was in play. When he’d recovered after watching Bone jump off a five story building into the canal below, he’d straightened his clothing and headed to Yesipov’s mansion outside St. Petersburg.
    “Yes,” Vadim breathed out heavily. “Once we find the bitch who did this, we will all be better. My brother lies dead and my nephew had his head nearly taken off. Did you see it?”
    Dmitry looked his greatest enemy in the face and shook his head. “I was being serviced in the bathroom, Vadim. I missed it. When I came out, there was chaos and people were screaming about a woman. I tried to save Boris but was too late. He was already gone when I found him among the dead.”
    Vadim wiped a tear from his eye. Dmitry wanted to punch him until blood poured from his face instead of tears. He relaxed his hands lest he shatter the glass he held.
    “My brother had his faults. I’m sure Anatoly is somehow responsible for this. I tried to tell him but he refused to listen to me,” Vadim reported sadly. “It seems I now have a position to fill, Dmitry.”
    Dmitry barely controlled his wince. The bastard would waste no time, eh? “You know I am searching for my family’s killer, Vadim. I have no time for the Bratva ,” he bit out.
    Vadim’s face tightened, and his gaze skated away from Dmitry’s. The bastard was about to lie. It was the perfect time to take his life but something held Dmitry’s hand.
    “Dmitry, there is time to right old wrongs. For tonight let’s look to the future. I need an underboss. I know you’ve been working with those Americans.” He spat the word as if the taste was foul.
    Dmitry smiled. Vadim didn’t