“Aye aye, captain.” She starts texting her men the orders.Mak waits a beat to make sure we’re done plotting, then scoots up to the edge of the couch. “Cool. Great. Now, can we talk about Mama and this Arlo asshat?”Sofi rolls her eyes. “Mama is allowed to love her own life, you know. That includes boyfriends, lovers, one-night?—”“Ew. No. Fuck that.”“I think that’s his idea, yes.”Mak turns a light shade of green at the thought. “Nope. Not with that guy. Who the hell is he, anyway?”She sighs and swipes through her phone to pull up files. I’d bet a testicle she has everything from the guy’s birth certificate to the location of his prepaid burial plot.“Arlo Fedorov, fifty-eight years old. Russian national. Got married to Sasha Moskowitz Federov only two years after Otets and Mama got married. Three kids, all healthy. Wife is dead, though. Passed five years ago from ovarian cancer.”I take in every detail, my mind scrambling to fill in the blanks. “Can we trust him?”“We can trust hi
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