Page 64 of Dark Christmas
Daniil’s expression hardens into anger, and he sits up straighter. "Dimitri," he mutters, his jaw clenched. “I’m not happy about what happened to him, but I warned him. I told him not to cross the Bratva, not to steal from them. He didn’t listen.”
Sasha leans forward and says, "He paid the price.”
Daniil’s fists unclench slightly. His eyes flick to Sasha, an understanding passing between them. “Dimitri was reckless. Stupid, even. But he was still my brother.” He glances toward the house where his wife and kids are. “All the same, I don’t want to follow him to the grave.”
I’m unmoved. “That’s why we’re here. It’s not just about Dimitri. It involves your other brother, Denis. I need to find him.”
Daniil looks genuinely confused, his brow furrowing. “Denis? What the hell does he have to do with this?”
Sasha and I exchange a glance. This is going to be more complicated than we thought.
“Denis and one of his associates broke into my house and tried to kill me. Held a gun to my woman’s head. More than that, he’s made it clear he’s not giving up until she and I are dead.”
Daniil’s eyes flash with fury, his accent thickening as he spits out, “That fucking idiot!” His hands clench into fists again, and it’s clear the weight of what his brother has done is sinking in. “He signed his own damn death warrant.”
He shakes his head, frustration and anger mixing in his expression. “Denis came to me a while back, rambling about revenge for Dimitri. I told him he was being ridiculous, that going after the Bratva—let alone you—was suicidal. I didn’t think he was serious. Hell, I thought he was just blowing off steam.”
His voice tightens. “We got into it about Dimitri. Denis was obsessed with getting even and wanted me to help him. I told him no, that he was out of his goddamn mind. It got physical, and my wife nearly called the cops on us.”
Daniil looks between Sasha and me, sadness in his eyes. “I’m out of that life; you have to believe me. I’ve been trying to leave it behind for years. My family... we’re moving far away for a new start. I was hoping to get away from my maniac brother before something like this happened.”
He’s pleading now, but there’s a deep sincerity in his voice. “I swear, I want nothing to do with this.”
I can see in his eyes that he’s telling the truth.
Daniil exhales sharply, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. “I told Denis straight up that if he went through with this, we were done. I’ve seen how it works. It’s a never-ending fucking cycle.”
His voice cracks slightly, but his resolve is clear. “I’ve watched enough families get caught in the crossfire, and I’ll be damned if mine becomes one of them. Cutting ties with him is the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done. But I did it, no hesitation. I’ve got a wife and kids to think about.”
He gestures toward the house again where his family is probably wondering if he’s ever coming back inside.His voice drops, rough and raw. “That’s all I want. To live in peace, to keep my family safe.”
I say nothing, my mind processing his words, weighing the truth in them. I believe him. The anger in his eyes isn’t for Sasha or me—it’s for Denis. for the mess his brother has dragged him into. The man is desperate to escape this life, to keep his family out of harm’s way. I can see that, and I can also respect it.
I glance at Sasha, and we share a look. It’s clear we’re thinking the same thing—Daniil is telling the truth. There’s no deceit in his eyes, just exhaustion and desperation to protect his family.
But what Denis has done can’t be undone.
“When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow,” he replies quickly. “It’s moving day, actually.”
I nod slowly, processing the information. “Good. Get far away from here. It’s too late for your brother, but not for you. Get out while you still can.”
Daniil's face tightens with relief, but I’m not finished. My tone turns colder, sharper. “But if you try to help Denis in any way—warn him, tip him off, anything...”
I let the threat hang in the air, unfinished. He knows what I’m saying.
Daniil’s eyes widen, and he nods vigorously. “I won’t. I swear I’m done. Just make it quick for him. Please.” He says it as if he’s almost pleading with me.
I study him for a moment, my gaze never leaving his. Then, without another word, I rise to my feet. Sasha stands beside me, his broad frame casting a shadow over the porch.
“Thank you,” Daniil says, his voice thick with relief. “Thank you for sparing me.”
I meet his eyes once more. “As long as you play this the smart way, you’ll never see us again.”
With that, we turn and walk away, leaving Daniil in the dim light of his porch, his future hanging on his next move.
We get back in the car, the engine rumbling to life as Sasha pulls away from the curb. I watch Daniil through the sideview mirror. He’s moving slowly, like a man in a daze, his shoulders slumped, his whole world shaken.