#Chapter 50: Red Snow

Dominic POV The wind cut harsh in Moscow. Colder, crueler, much more unforgiving than back in the states. Dominic adjusted the collar of his coat as he stepped out of the black SUV, Romero silently at his side. They were far from home—across oceans and borders, deep in territory most men in their position would never dare to enter without a small army. But Dominic wasn’t most men. And Alek Volkov wasn’t most allies. The moment they entered the Bratva estate, they were greeted like long-lost brothers. Guns holstered, smiles stretched like predators in suits, and vodka already being poured before a single word was spoken. Hospitality in its most dangerous form. “You’ve come a long way,” Alek said, stepping into the large study as the doors swung shut behind him. He was broad-shouldered, his silver beard trimmed to precision, tattoos peeking from beneath the collar of his expensive shirt. “And I am right on time.” Dominic offered the briefest of nods and held up a g