Gigi ~ I’m so wet.
Fuck me!
When she tells me that, all I think of is sinking my hard cock deep inside her tight wet pussy. I’m always thinking of the different ways I’ve fucked her, trying to cross off her naughty list. It doesn’t help that I think of fucking her in the club’s bathroom. That’s so hot. I shift in my seat, trying to release the pressure.
“But we have the alliance with the Capo Fuentes,” Lev says, looking at me.
“Yes, but I haven’t talked to him since the episode at his club.”
“That’s right, we never found a connection. It has to be the Magee Mob trying to fuck with us and cause issues with the Cartel,” Czar says, rubbing his beard.
“Contact Fuentes and find out if he knows anything about his Boss's plans. I need some information on what Oro wants from us. It’s not as simple as selling us his shit,” Lev says, pressing his lips.
“I’ll make contact,” I say, nodding.
“Also, I think that we need to review everything on Mikhail. Volkov insists that he’s ready and doing great as the stand-in Brigadier. He’s worked hard, moving up the ranks. His file appears in line, and he has handled the Soldiers and Balakin’s businesses. Let’s meet with him and review everything,” Lev says, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“Da, the file on Mikhail looks good, and I agree, we should meet him,” Czar says, pushing off the chair.
He walks over to the bar in the corner and pours some Vodka into the crystal glass. He takes a drink and returns to the table.
“Mikhail Popov is about six months younger than us and was born in the same hospital. I’m bringing this up because I found his birth certificate, and he’s registered as Mikhail Popov Kravtsov. He’s been using his Mamma's last name since he started working as a Soldier,” I say, looking at the file.
“Fuck, what does that mean,” Lev asks, gathering his brows.
“We need to ask him,” I say, looking at him.
“Da, what if he’s a Brat,” Czar scoffs, rubbing his chin and lowering his eyelids.
“Let’s talk to him ASAP,” Lev hisses, pressing his lips tight.
“Right, I’ll set a date and time to meet with the Cartel. We can call Mikhail today to see him,” I say, typing on my PC.
“Da, that sounds good,” Lev says, nodding.
“Da, the sooner the better. We need to learn if he’s our Brat and why he didn’t reach out to us. We’ve been dragging this out with Mikhail, and we need answers,” Czar says, leaning back into the chair.
“Da,” I hum.
Later.
“Mikhail is here,” I say, looking at my Brats.
“Good, let me get him,” Czar says, pushing off the chair.
A couple of minutes later.
“Pakhan,” Czar says, standing at the door with a man beside him.
I look at him; he seems like the photos we have in our file. We’ve been monitoring him since he took over for Balakin. We neededto know if he was part of the coup that Balakin had attempted on Pakhan, our Otets.
“Mikhail,” Lev says, pushing off his chair.
“Pakhan,” Mikhail says, greeting in the traditional Russian greeting, the firm handshake and the triple cheek kisses.
I stand and walk around the table.
“Mikhail, great to meet you,” I say, greeting him.
