Chapter 21

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Chapter 21

Tate

"Tatiana," Aleks' voice breaks through the silence of the room.

I have no idea how long I've been sitting here, staring at Zane in the hospital bed. Karina and Alexei are off talking to the team of doctors about rehabbing him, I think.

Time is moving weirdly here. I have no idea how long I've been awake or what time it even is.

Aleks is looking at me, his eyes seem to study me.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"You should get out of this room. You'll drive yourself mad."

"I can't leave him."

Aleks nods. "He wouldn't want to see you like this."

"Well, I don't want to see him like this, Aleks," I say, my voice wobbling.

"I know," Aleks nods again, his face darkening.

My sadness has been festering for several hours, slowly turning to anger – to rage.

I don't need to know who did this.

It doesn't matter who specifically stabbed the man I love.

I know this was the Silver Knights' doing.

I can feel it in my bones.

And I know Aleks is thinking the same thing I am. Both of us have been silently swirling with anger and plotting all day.

"I want to get them back, Aleks."

"I know."

"I want to hit them where it hurts," I growl.

"We will."

"When?" I ask.

"Soon. I have a few things moving as we speak."

"I want in."

Aleks sits back slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

He simply nods.

We sit in silent agreement as the heart monitor continues to beep. Alexei and Karina return with fresh coffees.

"Have you two eaten?" Alexei asks us.

"The girls brought us some food," I tell him.

"Good." Alexei sits beside Aleks and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I know what you're thinking, lunnyy svet. And I know, trust me, I know..."

"Don't warn me against it, Dad," Aleks growls. "They've pushed too far this time. They broke the truce."

"I know, son. I know. But please think carefully. We're operating in a field of land mines right now. I've sent word to Chicago and Boston about what happened. But until we have solid proof, we can't make any moves."

Aleks and I exchange looks.

We know who did it.

"I will not let them nearly kill my brother and plot how to tick us off one by one over some dumb ass truce. I'll leave school, I don't care. I'll light the Cosa Nostra on fucking fire, Dad," Aleks frowns.

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