I arch a brow while observing him carefully before raising my chin.
“Music business or ‘business’ business?”
“Music business.”
I give a small nod before glancing away.
“Well, I would come, but you know it’s the last week of training before the fight, and I need to fucking shed what I can after the night I had last night and how much I drank.”
“How you feeling about it?”
My jaw tightens as I respond.
“I can’t wait to fucking break him and show that pussy crew exactly what we’re about.”
He smirks in response and gazes down at his food once again, sinking his fork into a grease loaded egg.
“That’s what I like to hear, brother, and it will be a banging birthday present to me; make him fucking suffer.”
I begin to stand up as I respond expressionlessly.
“That’s the fucking plan, trust me.”
“I might bring Charley.”
I halt immediately and narrow my eyes on him.
“Are you fucking stupid? Maddox will spot her straight off the fucking bat.”
He shakes his head, then shrugs his big shoulders.
No, he fucking won’t, Reign; he doesn’t even know she exists.”
I place my hand calmly on the counter and stare at him seriously.
“Fucking leave it, Chaos. Bring her to your party, but not out in public.”
He rolls his eyes at me before glancing away and I continue, becoming irritated.
“You are a stupid fucking cunt sometimes; do you know that? Our Pa’s will kill both of us if you do that shit; get your head out of your ass.”
You would think he would be smart enough to know this. Our fathers, both leaders of the Bratva in New York, have earned a fearsome reputation. Me and Chaos are dubbed the 'Bezumnyy Brothers' within our Mafia circles, and our fathers share a bond of ruthlessness.
Our upbringing that is instilled in us shaped us to follow strict values and rigorous training; going against them is simply not an option. He averts his gaze, avoiding eye contact, clearly acknowledging the truth in my words. I hold his gaze, silently observing as he pushes his food around with his fork until he breaks the silence once more.
“Who you sent fucking tickets to anyway? I know you always send a bunch of free tickets out.”
I sigh and lean over the island once more, perching my forearms on it.
“The normal people, but I also invited Arlo Hayes this time.”
His brown orbs dart to mine in an instant.
“Why? We haven’t spoken to him in years.”
I stand tall and shove my hands in my sweatpants pockets.
“It will be good to have him in our fucking corner. Those pussyfucks will shit themselves from that ruthless motherfuck.”
