"Your sources talk too much."
"Are you hurt or not?"
Dimitri considered lying. Considered telling Enzo to mind his own business.
But Enzo had called to check on him.
That meant something.
"I'm fine," Dimitri said. "Two bullets. Both removed. I'm healing."
Enzo exhaled...relief, maybe. "Does father know?"
"About the ambush?" Dimitri's jaw tightened. "I don't know. Maybe. It happened in his territory. Someone probably told him."
"And he hasn't called?"
"No."
"Then he doesn't know yet. Or if he does, he's deciding how to handle it." Enzo paused. "The fact that he hasn't reached out means you still have time to control the narrative. Tell him your version before someone else does."
"Maybe I don't want to tell him at all."
"Dimitri...."
"He doesn't need to know everything I do. I'm not a child reporting to my father anymore." Dimitri's voice was hard. "I handled the situation. The Romanos attacked me. I defended myself. End of story."
