"Whatever." Van dismissively waved a hand, knowing Pavel would just disappear like most other has-beens, no longer significant. "I don't know what other people assumed, and I don't care."
He leaned back and kicked his feet forward, resting his heels on the floor to stretch his toes. "I don't think any of them have the balls to do something like that to me. Let alone both Gil and me." He smirked with a cocky tilt of his head. "They don't want to get beaten the way Liam did."