My cell beeps, and I look at the text.
"My Brats are down in the garage. Please get them."
Ivan glares at me, turns and walks out of the apartment. I wait, my gut twists, and I'm fucking nervous. I don't know what to expect, but I'm being optimistic. Pakhan won't lie; I trust him.
A few minutes later, my Brats and Ivan walk into the apartment. I look at them; they're not identical twins. I can see my Papa in them. We have his cobalt blue eyes. My heart aches, and I grind my molars. These two are my Brats, and I feel so many emotions.
I walk over to them and give them the Russian greeting, a hug, and kisses on the cheeks.
"Hey, I'm happy to meet you. Pakhan told me all about you two," I say, greeting them.
"Hell yes, I'm so happy to meet you," Czar says, greeting me the Russian way.
"Yes, it's a pleasure, Brat," Anatoly hums, greeting me.
We step back, and we smile at each other. It feels good to have Brats, and we're so close in age.
"Brats, so Ivan introduced himself," I ask, raising my brow as I look at Ivan.
"Da, I did," Ivan hisses, curling up his upper lip.
"Da, we also know of him from our Pakhan," Czar says, nodding.
"Da. Brats, do you have information on the Pakhan's assassination or the coup," I ask, raising my brow.
"No, since Pakhan kept us away from the Bratva. But he did mention that his Obshchak Emil Balakin was going against his orders," Anatoly says, crossing his arms.
"We don't, and it fucking sucks. They butchered our Pakhan and scattered his body along Brighton Beach. It's clearly a loud and clear message. The entire Russian community, the Little Odessa, is aware of his death," Czar says, leaning back in his chair."
"Fuck! The fucker that pulled the coup is still in the shadows? I'm positive that the police don't know, and if they did, the suka must have paid them off."
"Da, we haven't heard anything in the dark underworld web; it's been silent, and our informants haven't heard anything.," Anatoly says, grinding his molars.
"I hate that we were not there to protect him," Czar says in a low, gruff voice.
I stare at my Brats and scrub my face.
"I need a drink. Brats, would you like to drink some Vodka?"
"Da, yes," They respond.
I look at Ivan, raising my brow.
"I’ll get the glasses and Vodka,” Ivan hums, walking to the bar in the corner of the room.
“What about Varkov, his Brigadier? Is he trustworthy? Pakhan said that he was,” I ask, looking at them.
“Da, that’s what he told us,” Czar says, nodding.
“Pakhan said that he told us everything that he told you,” Anatoly says, gathering his brows.
“Da, I’m going to contact him, and I want you two to go with me. But I want to meet up with him somewhere that’s isolated in the middle of the night. I don’t want anyone to see us. We can’t have the Bratva learn of our existence, not until we kill the bastard that did the coup,” I hiss, looking at my Brats.
“Da, it sounds like a plan,” Czar says, nodding.
Ivan returns with the four glasses and the Vodka. He pours them and hands each of us a glass.
“Thanks,” I say, looking at Ivan.
