She’s not a fuck toy, she’s my everything.
“I’ll stay with you. We can order some food and watch a movie.”
“Okay, that sounds awesome.”
The next day.
I walk into the office and walk over to grab a drink. I’m going to see Mia tonight, and I can’t wait. Everything is happening so damn fast, and it’s fucking insane. She’s fucking addictive, and I want her all the fucking time.
I walk over to my desk and turn on my PC. I take a drink of Vodka and pull out my silver cigarette case. I pull one out, and I light up, inhaling deeply. I exhale, release the smoke, and look at my twin.
“Do you have any leads on the missing girls? I want to get the fucker that’s taking them from our turf. I know that Pakhan wants all of the information before we set our plans in motion,” I say, looking at my twin.
Of course, he’s typing on the keyboard, shaking his head, before he stops typing. He looks at me, leaning back into the black leather chair.
“Brat, I have some information on the missing girls. We were right. The fucking Irish, the Magee Mob, are taking the girls from our territory. They’re selling them on the underworld dark web.” Anatoly says, looking at the screen.
Pakhan walks into the office, holding the cell phone. He looks at us, raising his brow.
“What was that?”
“Pakhan, I was telling Czar that the Magee Mob are selling girls on the underworld dark web. It proves that they’re the ones taking the girls since the images match the ones on the police report,” Anatoly says, crossing his arms.
“Fuck, we need to get the girls out,” Pakhan snarls, running his fingers through his hair.
“I think that we need to search their warehouses; they might have them there,” I say.
“Da, and if they’re not there, we need to put Soldiers on them. We need to get this done ASAP.”
“Da. I’m on it,” I say, pulling out my cell to send out the orders.
“I have a message from Varkov; he wants to meet up. It’s time to decide if we want to make Mikhail Brigadier. He’s been handling Emil Balakin’s business and Soldiers. Varkov believes that he’s earned being a Brigadier,” Pakhan says, grabbing my cigarettes.
“Da, we can review everything before meeting up,” I say, nodding.
“Da, I’ll gather everything and send you the file. Then we can decide,” Anatoly hums, typing on the keyboard.
“Da. The next few weeks, until I marry, are busy, and I don’t want to have any commitments. I’m focusing on Valentina,” Pakhan says, smiling.
“Da, everything is going so fast. Tomorrow is the engagement party,” I hum, nodding.
“Da. I don’t want you to fuck it up. Don’t fuck around with Mia,” Pakhan says, lowering his eyelids.
“Nyet, I’m not. I want her, she’s not just a pussy,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“So, what are your plans,” Pakhan asks, raising his brow.
“I want you to help me with Conti,” I say, grinding my molars.
“Nyet. It’s not the right time. I need to marry Valentina before we talk about Mia and you. I don’t want to piss him off,” Pakhan says, rubbing his chin.
“Nyet, that’s not good enough. What if Conti takes an offer for Mia? I’m not going to let her go; she’s mine,” I hiss, curing up my lip.
“Conti is focusing on Valentina, so don’t worry. We need to figure out why it would be beneficial for him to marry Mia off to you,” Pakhan says.
“Fuck! I’m not going to allow Conti to sell Mia to any svoloch’!”
“Da. But you need to wait,” Pakhan hisses, pointing at me.
