Protective

Enemies

Yeremy

Erik Jacobetti. Boris Dostoyevsky. Grigory Rotariu. Yevgeny Kozlov.

Four men. I had finally had all of their names.

Aside from Erik and Boris, I was not entirely sure how many others were involved in my father's death. Mikhail had called me only this morning to verify that Grigory and Yevgeny were involved as well.

They all ran gangs in Russia. These were the men my father distributed his drugs to before they decided they'd cut out the middle man.

"Boris Dostoyevsky," Lana started as she looked over at my paper, "Who are those men?"

"Why are you looking at my paper?" I asked accusingly.

"Well, I was looking for the answers to this calculus problem but it looks like you're not even doing class work," she frowned, "So what's with the names? Is that your hit list?"

I knew she didn't ask that question as a joke. She was being serious. It was probably her attempt at learning something new about me. I could tell that she wanted to know more and so far I had barely told her anything.

It didn't seem right. I already felt like I was getting too involved. This would just make it worse.

"Mhm," I nodded, "I'm a terrorist."

She rolled her eyes, upset she didn't get the information she wanted out of me, "You're supposed to be working on those," she thumped the back of her pencil on my textbook, "Do those and I'll copy your answers when you aren't looking?"

"If you're this bad at Calculus, maybe you should just ask you father for a tutor."

She grimaced, "I don't need to pay some old man to teach me about numbers that make no sense. I have you."

But for how long? I thought only to myself.

Sure it had been two years since Petyr became a problem, but Mikhail was in Moscow now. Sooner or later he was going to kill Petyr and I was going to avenge my father.

After this was over, I would most likely never see Lana ever again and as she looked over my arm copying down my answers, I seldom thought that was a problem.

I was about to inherit the biggest drug operation in Russia. If I never saw any of the Petrov's again, I would be glad for it. Even if I did consider them family now.

"Whatever you say, Lana."

She made a hmm noise before returning back to her own work. She was right about writing her notes in her calculator. Out of the ten problems she had gotten five of them right which was an improvement considering how bad she was.

"Would you be completely upset if we skipped last period?" she asked sweetly.

"Why do you want to skip last period?"

"Firstly, I hate history. Secondly, I would rather not run into Roman without a plan. Thirdly, I need to get some things in order before I help Rose become captain," she had listed off the reasons as if she had been practicing them in her head.

I assumed they ranged from least to most important.

"No."

"Please," she pleaded with her dazzling smile, "I need you Yeremy. Without you I can't go or do anything."

"I do not think your father or your brother would be content with you skipping school," I retorted, "Are you trying to get me into trouble?"

"Trouble?" she rolled her eyes, "They absolutely adore you. You, Yeremy can do no wrong."