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But he is my best friend.
And he is right.
“Don’t tell her that,” I smirk. “I liked the scared, doe-eyed look on her face when I told her I was selling her.”
“Have you talked to the Sovereigns?” he asks. My mouth thins, giving him the answer. I haven’t talked to my Brothers yet. They were busy with their own empires to run, and if I am being honest, they are still miffed about finding out I hadn’t detected a mole in my operation and put us all at risk. No, this is my mess to clean up.
It takes twenty minutes to get to the outskirts of my city, where my men wait patiently for me. They had been tasked with finding and detaining two men from one of the rival gangs in the city. My text had been to let them know it was time for their interrogation.
“Boss,” Sasha, one of my enforcers, greets me as I step out of the car.
“They’re here?” I question him, slipping off my jacket and laying it on the seat I just vacated. He nods.
“They were both caught red-handed by Mesa.”
Anton lets out a low whistle. Mesa isn’t someone you want to mess with. She’s been in this business since my father took over from the old dynasty. Mesa is a cutthroat gangster who runs a few of my brothels that are just off the Strip. The men call it theDirty Southbecause it is where all the cheapskates go to get laid. The women, although all consenting, often need to be reminded of the rules.
No drugs. No STDs. No filming. No taking extra money on the side.
The girls we use at our hotels on the Strip are more refined. Pampered, is what I call it. They service our most reputable and deep-pocketed clients and guests.
“Did they give anything up?” I ask. Sasha shakes his head.
“But we haven’t laid into them,” he says. “Too much risk where we had them tied up.”
Good. I don’t like my men taking risks when they don’t need to. They know I would bail them out at a second's notice if shit went down, but they also know when to risk it and when to wait. Sasha has always had a sound mind when it comes to knowing when to cross the line.
These dirtbags aren’t worth the jail time.
“Let’s go see what they give us then, shall we?” Sasha smirks, cracking his knuckles. He’s one of the larger men in my outfit. Russian-born and American-raised. Most of my men are first generation. Their parents came over to serve my father when he defected from the TkachenkoBratvato expand into America with Tomas Ivankov, another defector.
Once the east coast operation had been settled and territories drawn out, my father took his men and came to Vegas, spreading his reach down through Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and Louisiana. Our operations had been spread too thin, and we had lost territory. When I took over for my father, I became one-third of the Sovereign Brotherhood. The other parts of the triad were the men I trusted with my life. Men who’d had my back my entire life.
Vitali De Luca and Kenzo Nakamura.
Together, we run everything from Nevada and down into the south toward Florida. There are no cutting corners or having to deal with outsiders as often. We all have our niche and help each other run one another’s businesses. All of our men intermingle and work together toward a common goal.
Making money.
Vitali hates interacting with people, so he runs our money laundering through our legit businesses. The casinos, clubs, restaurants, and brothels we run legally here in Vegas. He’s always been better with numbers. Kenzo prefers to get his hands dirty, so he runs our illegal brothels and escort services as well as our gun and drug deals. His dealings involve meeting with some shady individuals. Meanwhile, I run the casinos, start new business ventures, and take care of the legal side of our businesses. My men also provide support and act as our response team.
Our unity makes us three of the most powerful men in America.
“Do you know why you’re here?” I ask the two men on their knees in front of me.
Of course, they do. I can see their fear as they stare up at me through swollen, bloodshot eyes. The question is somewhat rhetorical. There isn’t a need for them to answer.
Their teeth are chattering so hard I doubt they could anyway.
Keeping my voice level, I squat in front of them calmly. “Which one of you is going to tell me who you work for? Who dared to sell inmyterritory?”
Simple questions, really.
Silence.
I wait.
They know the consequences of dealing in my territory. If you want to deal in Vegas, you have to go through me and there are a few things I don’t allow to be sold onmystreets. These assholes had enough angel dust in their possession to start an epidemic.
