A knot forms in my gut. I don’t want blood on my hands. But I know better than to interfere. My father won’t listen to anything I say when it involves people who have actively targeted his family.

Papa shakes his head. “Let’s figure out what happened first. We’ll find who stole the shipment before we make any moves. We need to find out who Victor Dmitriyev works for.”

Roman frowns. “Dmitriyev?”

My father nods.

“Sounds ...