The Enforcer She Framed

I hadn't seen Grigori Agapov in ten years, and I saw him across a police tape at 2 a.m. because I put a gun in his car. I did it for my stepbrother Nikita, who is the only person in that family I still answer to. I did it because I thought I was smart enough to get away with it. I was not. Grigori found the gun in four hours and my prints in six, and he did not come to kill me. He came to recruit me. Six weeks of reports on my own family, for him, and then he would let Nikita live. I said yes. I reported. I went to the family dinners I swore I would never attend again. And then I stopped being able to tell which side of this I was standing on, because the man I was betraying everybody for was the same man who left me when I was sixteen, and he came back for the only person he was ever soft with. Me.