“Let’s get unpacked, and then we can plan our next move,” Valentina says, raising her brow.
“Yeah,” I say, not exactly happy.
I feel so lost, so hopeless. I have a Mama and a brother that I never see. My Papa was killed in one of the many Cosa Nostra wars. I was pulled out of school to attend the funeral, but it was all surreal. Mama didn’t even show up, and my brother was with the cousins. I was alone with Mia at my side. Then we returned to school. It was as if the person that died was a stranger.
In a way, he was.
I walk into the guest room, which should be my room since I spend so much time here. I start to unpack my bags and put away my clothes. There’s a knock on my door, and Valentina walks inside, sitting on the bed.
After I’m done, I go to Valentina's room to talk her into going out to get my hair done.
I look at her, raise my brow, and grab the last of my socks.
“Do you think that Don Elio will talk to us,” I hum, walking over to the dresser. I throw my socks into the drawer. I look at Valentina, crossing my arms.
“I’m sure that Don Elio will talk to us when he has something to say. Let’s enjoy these free moments,” Valentina says, shrugging her shoulders.
“Right, well, do you think that we can go out and have some fun?”
“We can try, but it’s going to be hard to get him to agree,” Valentina says, looking at her fingernails and toes. “I need to get my nails done.”
“Awesome, that sounds like fun. Let’s go out and get some new outfits, and I need to get my hair done.”
“Oh yes! I want to get some highlights. I’ll ask Don Elio,” Valentina hums, pulling out her cell phone from her black leather jacket side pocket.
“Awesome,” I squeal, doing a happy dance.
Valentina slides her finger over the cell phone screen and moves her fingers. I stop my happy dance and chew my lower lip. This is going to be the test to see how fucking locked up we are. A few minutes later, we have his response.
“Oh yeah! Mia and Don Elio approved our outing. But the Soldiers will have to take us, but it’s better than not going out, right? We need to get used to them,” Valentina says, nodding.
“Hell, yes! I’m so excited. Let’s go, and I don’t mind the Soldiers. It makes me feel protected.”
“Great, let’s get ready because I know that the Soldiers are waiting. Let me get my purse from my room,” Valentina says, pushing off the bed.
One
Czar
Present day.
Pakhan walks into the office and looks at Ivan with his hands on his waist.
I lean back into my chair, crossing my arms. I watch Ivan talking on the cell phone outside the office. I can’t hear what the fucker is saying, but his face says it all. He’s up to no good. Yeah, he’s my cousin, but he acts like he’s not. He looks down at us, and I know that he fucking hates us.
Why?
Da, he hates that we’re the Pakhan’s Two Spies, his Brats. Ivan gets on my last nerves, and I don’t see that my Brat, the Pakhan, sees Ivan’s hate and jealousy.
The Pakhan has been fair with him; he has a fucking apartment in the same building. We each have our own floor, and no one has access to our apartment. We handle all of the Bratva business in the offices on a separate floor. The soldiers live in studies on the other floors; then we have a commercial business on the bottom floors. We don’t need to really leave the building so that makes it safe for Pakhan. It’s something that I appreciatebecause Pakhan didn’t have to provide the apartment, but he wants us close and safe. The fucker should be happy, he’s not fucking doing much for everything the fucker gets.
Stupid svoloch’!
Pakhan handles all of the Bratva’s nefarious acts at the old warehouse located in a poor district, where we store the ammunition, equipment, and chamber. Fuck, I should talk to Pakhan about moving the supplies to another area, where only us three know.
I only pray that the fucker doesn’t try anything against the Pakhan because then he will see what I’m made of. Fuck yes, nothing but fucking tungsten.
Then he returns to the office and looks at Pakhan resting his hands on his waist.
