Chapter 12
Sasha
The curtness in Maxim’s voice makes my pulse scurry.
My mother.
“What do you mean? Is she missing?”
Maxim nods as he quickly pulls on his clothing. “Yes.”
I grab my clothes and also get dressed. “Do you think she’s been killed?”
Maxim hesitates, making my adrenaline kick in, but then he shakes his head. “No. If whoever killed Vladimir wanted her dead, they would have taken care of her at the same time. She’s worth something alive if they’re interested in your money.”
My money.
My heart pounds faster. But that would mean killing me first.
It’s the first time since my father’s death—actually, the first time ever—I’ve felt real scared-for-my-life fear. Maxim was trying to warn me about this, but I’ve lived my whole life as bratva royalty with security guards breathi
