Reap (Scarred Souls, #2)(83)

As I opened my eyes, I felt the stares arcing our way. I looked around the table, Talia’s hand still in mine, and I saw all eyes watching us. Talia’s mother’s eyes were shining as she looked at her daughter. But it was Luka’s face that caught my attention. Exhaling, I met his gaze. I saw something that helped me breathe: his understanding.

Luka sat back in his chair and looked to his father. “I need to take Zaal somewhere.”

Ivan placed his fork on his plate. Casting me a wary glance, he nodded his head. Luka stood, and he nudged his head in the direction of the door. Meeting each of the Bratva kings’ eyes, I bowed my head and I slowly, respectfully rose from the chair. Talia’s hand was still gripping mine. When I looked down at her she got to her feet, too.

Facing her brother, she said, “I’ve just got him back.” Her steely brown eyes met mine. “I go where he goes.”

A smile spread on my lips and I brought her hand to my mouth. I kissed her warm skin and Talia’s face flushed.

Luka pulled his chair and reached out for Kisa, his wife. “You come, too, solnyshko.”

Kisa smiled up at her husband and got to her feet. Luka wrapped her in his arm and looked to his father. “Send someone to Durov’s place”—he pointed at me—“it’s now his.”

Ivan clicked his fingers at a guard. “Prepare the apartment.”

Luka’s eyes met mine. “Let’s go.”

A car drove us through the streets of Brooklyn. My eyes drank in all the derelict buildings of a place called Brighton Beach, and the people walking about. At times I had to close my eyes. I did not know how to cope with all the new things I was seeing.

But Talia’s hand held mine. And when she felt me tense or lose my breath, her palm and lips would meet my cheeks, calming me down.

The car stopped at tall black gates. Luka and Kisa exited the car first, followed by Talia and I. I stared up at the black gates and the green beyond. The grass was filled with rows of stone objects.

The guard unlocked the gates and we walked through. Luka turned to me and said, “Zaal, come with me. I have something to show you.”

I nodded. Talia reached up and kissed me on the cheek. “You go with my brother. I’ll stay here.”

Kisa moved beside Talia. “I’m going to visit my mama, you want to come with me, Tal? I have something to tell you.”

Talia nodded at Kisa, then her gaze met mine. “I’ll be close.” She released my hand and moved off with her friend. I suddenly felt empty. But Luka’s hand wrapped around my bicep and he pointed to the far side of the grass.

I followed Luka, passing by stone after stone. At first I struggled to understand what they were, then a memory hit me. Anri and I stood with my papa at a stone. It was my grandpapa’s grave.

Ice spiked down my spine when I realized where we were—a graveyard.

Then Luka stopped. I didn’t look down. Instead I watched him watch me. Luka ran his hand through his hair, and swallowing, said, “When I escaped the gulag, it was your brother who opened my cell. It was your brother who freed me.” Luka rubbed his lips together and stared off at nothing, his eyes losing focus. “He was my friend. I was locked down on the lower floor, but he made sure I got out. He ensured I got my revenge.” His eyes then focused back on me. “As we said good-bye, he was heading west to seek his own revenge on the people who put him in the gulag. We were also full of drugs and had no memory of what had happened to us, but he was determined to make those responsible for his imprisonment pay.”

My breathing was hard as he spoke of my brother. I could see his loyalty for Anri in his eyes. Thinking of Anri was painful. Painful, but at the same time, Luka knew him. It felt like I knew Anri, too, as Luka spoke about him.

Luka coughed. I knew it was to clear the emotion from his throat. “I didn’t see him again until the night we had to fight in the cage here in Brooklyn. He had been recaptured and forced to fight.” Luka looked up at me again. “It was by another Georgian crime family. I don’t know who. They’re keeping themselves under the radar. But one day I’ll find out.”

My jaw clenched at that, and I vowed that I would help him in this endeavor.

“He died, Zaal. Died under the blades of my ’dusters. It was the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.”

I stared at Luka. A flash of anger swept through me. He had killed my brother, my twin, but when he met my eyes with sadness in his eyes, the anger left me.

“His death haunted me. Has haunted me for months. I didn’t know his name, I didn’t know who had sent him to the gulag. But now I do. I know it all.”

Luka’s head turned away and he pointed to the grave. Inhaling, I closed my eyes. I held my breath as I turned, and opening my eyes, stared at a black gravestone. Breath rushed from my lungs as I read:

Anri Kostava

Warrior. Friend.

Brother.

“Be strong. Keep strong.”

I read those words. Then read them again, all the time fighting the heavy burning in my chest. I felt Luka stand closer to me.

“He deserved to be honored in my family’s graveyard. He deserved to be honored for the brother he was, to both you, and I.”

I wanted to speak. I fought for words. But they didn’t come. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say?

But my heart was full as I stared at those words. “Be strong. Keep strong.”