Robert's POV

I was here to make them all pay.

"You took a risk coming here, Sinclair," Sergei continued. "Men like you don’t walk into my world unless they want something."

I smirked. "You’re not wrong."

Sergei leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"I hear rumors," he said. "That you want Freddy dead. That you’ve been hiding in the shadows, licking your wounds, waiting for the right moment."

His eyes flickered with amusement.

"Is that moment now?"

I took ...