Rowan.
For someone in the Russian mafia, Vasily looked stunned out of his mind when I made my pitch.
"My cousin doesn't take a miss when picking lovers, just how did I ever think you were a delicate little thing?" He teased, wearing a goddamn smirk.
"Don't get shit twisted, I just want to get everything over and done with. And if Zorislav will get in my way, then I won't hesitate to take him out." I explained clearly.
"Oh? You say that you're doing this to set him free, but why does it sound like you're only concerned with saving yourself?" He pinched his chin, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"I can't place my finger on it, but it's starting to look to me like you have ulterior motives for wanting to get rid of Alessander's uncle." He said, hitting the nail by the head.
I guess for him, he didn't have much of a reason to want Zorislav dead, whereas I had every reason to. If I could help it, I'd have him do the dirty work, but that seemed unlikely.
