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“I’m not so sure.”
“You know you can trust me. I was loyal to your father, and I will always be loyal to you.”
“I have my doubts.”
“There is no reason for you to distrust me, sir.”
“It's what I hope.” I crossed my arms and he continued to look at me with a serious look.
“I heard that you dismissed Nicolai Fedorov's daughter.”
“I imagine you are responsible for her sneaking into my room.”
“Her father reached out to me, and I figured it would be a good distraction for you since she was young and very pretty.”
“How many times do I have to say that I don't want any interference from you in this area?”
“They're starting to comment. It's not good for your image if you're not seen with any woman. If you're like your brother...”
I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pressed him against the wall, making him choke with fright.
“Do you think I need to prove it?”
“It's not good for Pakhan's image if they think he likes men. You know how conservative and traditional Russians are.”
“I am not gay.” I dropped him on the floor like a heavy sack of potatoes and he fell backwards, balancing on the wall.
“A man needs to meet some needs, if you know what I mean.”
“Don't worry, I'm well satiated.”
To be honest, I wanted a lot more from Pietra than what I was getting, but I didn't think it was the right time to delve into those merits.
“With whom?”
“You don't need to know yet.” I repeated like so many other times.
“Is she a prostitute?”
“She's not a prostitute.”
“Is this the matter you frequently deal with in Italy?”
I neither agreed nor denied, but it was enough for Sergei to make his own assumptions.
“You’re taking too much risk for an Italian whore.”
I held his neck and pressed my fingers, slowly suffocating him to the point where he held onto my arm, struggling to free himself.
“The next time you dare to offend her, it will be your last.”
Sergei might be good for business, but that wouldn't keep his life going if he continued his offenses toward me or Pietra.
I let go of him as the man started to go red and he fell to the ground, massaging his neck and coughing. He was desperate to regain the air that had been deprived from his lungs.
“Whatever your lover's origins, accept at least one of my advice, sir, bring the woman to Moscow. Accommodate her in an apartment. You can give her a princess life without taking so many risks.”
“Everything has its time, Sergei.”
