“Conti is on edge. The svoloch’ Magee is demanding an alliance. Conti doesn’t want anything to do with trafficking and doesn’t want Mia near the mudaks,” Pakhan says, looking at me.
“What the fuck! You need to talk to Conti,” I yell, feeling my blood boil.
“Calm the fuck down. You know that I’m waiting until after the wedding,” Pakhan growls, gathering his brows.
“That’s fucked up. The wedding is still days away. I want you to talk to Conti now. Don’t you care that you’re going to fuck my life up? When are you going to talk to Conti about Mia and me,” I growl, fisting my hands.
I stare at my Pakhan, my Brat. I’m so pissed off I can’t see straight.
“Brat, I’ll talk to him after the wedding,” Pakhan says, resting his hands on his waist.
I glare at my Pakhan, grinding my molars.
“Nyet! It’s not soon enough, and I’m afraid of losing her. I’m afraid of that svoloch’ Magee getting his hands on her,” I utter in a low, angry voice.
“That’s not going to happen. You have security at her house, and she’s always with Valentina. So, calm the fuck down, it’s going to be okay,” Pakhan says, shaking his head.
“Da. But if you don’t, I’m going to talk to Conti,” I hiss.
“Da. I need to go. Valentina is waiting,” Pakhan says, smiling.
“Da,” Anatoly hums, rolling his eyes.
Fuck!
“Mia is coming with you two; I’ll meet you at the club,” I hiss, walking out of the fucking office.
“Brat, you need to fucking calm down because you’re going to fuck everything up,” Anatoly says, getting into the passenger seat.
I glare at my Brat and turn on the Range Rover, pulling out of the parking space.
“Nyet, I can’t. The thought of that motherfucker Magee pushing Conti shoots my blood up.”
Eight
Mia
Days later.
Czar ~ I’m here waiting for you.
I stare at the text message, and my heart swells. I chew my lip and respond to the text.
Mia ~ I’m waiting for the Uber.
I don’t know how long we’ll be able to keep our relationship hidden from Don Elio. Pakhan Lev didn’t want Czar to talk to Don Elio about us until after his wedding with Valentina. The wedding is in a couple of days; finally, they’re getting married. It seems like a lifetime since the day that I met Czar.
Czar needs to talk to Don Elio before he sells me off to the highest bidder. I need to seriously talk to the Czar tonight.
I look at the Uber app, and the ride is down the street. I’m anxious to get to the club to meet up with Czar and Valentina. Czar will be there waiting for me. I slide my cell into the inside pocket of my coat.
I pull open the front door to wait outside, and close it. I look up as two huge men walk to me and grab my arm. One of the men has a scar across his face, marking him as evil. The other man has tattoos on his face.
Fuck!
“Who the fuck are you,” I yell, glaring at them.
They grab my arms and look at me emotionless, with dark, evil eyes. They pull me up, my kicks hit the air, and I’m unable to touch the ground.
