A few days after Lucien was kidnapped.
"Mikhail, we need to do something. Vincent's plan was doomed from the start!" Victor, one of Mikhail's most trusted men, snapped.
Crimson Diablo never trusted anyone enough to keep a true right-hand man. He hoarded the big picture and his hidden agendas close to his chest.
He might be the closest, but even he couldn't read his boss.
Victor was tall, muscular, with dark hair and onyx eyes; today he looked impatient while Mikhail lounged calmly, feet on the table, chewing bubblegum like nothing was wrong.
"What if Lucero sniffed us out and found out what we did to their leader? They'll tear us apart, Mikhail. We're finished."
A bubble popped. For the first time, Mikhail's eyes flicked toward him. He scoffed. "They're just a bunch of old men who thought everything in the world belonged to them."
He tilted his head. "Surely you're not actually afraid of them?"
