Capítulo 67: Chapter 67: Obran

Friday. Obran's Flat. Kiev, Ukraine.

OBRAN FELT HIS PHONE vibrating against his thigh.

He wasn't expecting a call. The rest of the evening should be quiet.

The vibrating continued.

Not a call.

The perimeter alarm.

Sometimes he was convinced his daughter lived to vex him. Didn't the brat realize he was doing this for her own good?

She was his only family left.

He had to protect her from people who would use her for their own gain or revenge.

By the time he'd realized how deep he was in this world, he couldn't unmake his family. Trying to stay away from them hadn't helped either. The only thing that worked was protecting them. And he'd do that until his dying day. Even if his brat of a daughter was so fucking ungrateful.

He glanced up and down the mostly empty subway car before pulling his phone out and tapping the alert.

The screen went to the main feed in the workroom. His daughter stood facing a man Obran didn't know. A man who shouldn't be there.