“Alright, talk to me,” I said, walking into the meeting room with my coffee the following morning.
Ivan was already there, leaning against the far wall, arms crossed. Viktor sat at the table, scrolling through his phone. Rafael stood by the window, quiet.
“I thought you were gonna sleep in,” Viktor said without looking up.
“Didn’t feel like it.”
Ivan glanced at me. “You okay?”
I sat. “I’m fine. Just want to get this over with.”
Rafael turned around. “Over with how?”
“Whatever move we’re making next."
“Good,” Viktor said, locking his phone. “Because I’ve got something.”
Everyone turned to him.
He looked at me. “I spoke to Cesar last night after our talk. Gave me a name and a location.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“There’s a club in the city. Not just any club— high-end, invitation-only. Belongs to Dimitri.”
Ivan’s eyes narrowed. “He’s got real estate here?”
“Apparently,” Viktor said. “Hidden under a shell name, but it’s his. I confirmed. And he goes there sometimes. Quiet, low-profil
