Page 5 of Daddy Brigadier

I exhale deeply, adjust my tie, and gaze out the window. Standing sixty floors above the bustling sidewalk, I look down at a city alive with energy and movement yet shadowed by the dark influence of men like me—men who thrive on chaos.

As one of the five Brigadiers overseeing the world’s largest Bratva, the Coalition, my hidden network distributes seventy-five percent of the firearms on these gritty streets. My power has earned me billions. And today, I will be giving half of it to my son.

I face my attorney and move to the table, hands clasping behind my back. Not taking a seat, I instead stand over thedocuments laid out before me, neatly arranged and ready for my signature. “Is everything in there?”

“Yes, Brigadier.”

Glancing up at him, my heart is racing as I lift the pen from the table. The tip hovers just above the signature line.

Noticing my hesitation, my attorney asks, “Are you sure you want to do this now? Everything will pass down to your son once we file these in court.”

By signing my name, my son will receive half of my money, become the CEO of my legitimate businesses, and reside in my Victorian mansion in upstate New York.

Is Daniel truly ready for the burden I’ve placed on him today? I raised him like a Bratva prince, providing him with the best of everything and sending him to Ivy League schools. If he’s not prepared, he’d better start getting ready. One day, he will take my place as Brigadier, but that day is not today.

I will maintain control of the weapons distribution business. I have been a Brigadier and a weapons dealer since I was sixteen. It’s all I’ve known. He can take over the weapons side of things when I’m six feet under.

“It’s time, Robert,” I say firmly.

Taking a deep breath, I sign my name: Valentin Volkov.

“We will file these tomorrow,” Robert says, gathering the paperwork and handing them off to his secretary, who’s been waiting outside the door.

I stand here, grappling with the changes that mark the beginning of a new era for the Volkov legacy. My decision today was not made lightly. It was necessary for me to better serve the Bratva.

A year ago, my godson became the new Pakhan and leader of the Coalition. I pledged my loyalty to Andrei Savin, and in return, he appointed me as his advisor. This role has left me with little time to manage my own affairs.

Robert sets a glass of Scotch in front of me and pours one for himself. “Here’s to you, my friend!” He raises his glass to me, as we both acknowledge the significance of what I just did, drinking in celebration of a new beginning.

“Thank you.” I take a deep gulp, then slam the empty glass onto the polished wooden table.

Just outside of his office, my attention is immediately drawn to the intern busily typing at her computer. She’s around twenty-five, her eyes sparkling with youthful innocence, and my cock stiffens when she meets my gaze.

I catch her lips forming the words, “Call me.”

I flash her a smile before turning away, knowing I won’t see her again.

While I wait for the elevator, I reply to Andrei’s text.‘Leaving attorney’s office. Be there in twenty.’

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, rubbing my hand against my chest. I look around, making sure I’m alone before reaching into my pocket for a small bottle of medication. My trembling hands twist off the cap and take out a pill which sits weighty on my tongue before being swallowed down.

The elevator arrives with a welcoming ding, and the doors glide open. I step inside, barely glancing behind me as I press the button for the parking garage. Just as the doors begin to close, a hand swiftly slips in, halting them. This unexpected interruption catches my attention, prompting me to turn around.

As the doors swing open, a young lady hurries in, her coffee cup clutched tightly in one hand. Just as she strides forward, her foot catches on the threshold, and she stumbles. Instinctively, I reach out, wrapping my arms around her to prevent her from falling, and her liquid spills on my tie.

“I’m so sorry! I’m such a klutz,” she gasps with a nervous giggle, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” I ask, letting go of her as the doors slam shut with a resounding thud.

“Yes.” Her fingers wrap around my tie with a gentle yet assertive grip. “I can clean that for you,” she offers, her pointer finger elegantly gliding down the tie’s smooth surface.

“It’s not a big deal,” I answer with a smirk, enjoying her obvious flirtations.

She’s pretty. Her sundress, adorned with pink flowers, perfectly complements her light pink high heels and matching lipstick. Her round breasts almost spill out from the top, and the delicate lace of her pink bra strap is teasingly visible. But the black eye shadow and the dark mascara offer a hint that she’s not as pure as she’s pretending to be.

Her eyes spark with malicious glee. With a subtle tug, she pulls the tie tighter around my neck, sending a thrill of unexpected tension through me. “Again, I’m sorry.”

Spinning around, she tosses her thick hair, and the strands of her ponytail lightly graze my face. She positions herself so close to me that her round ass brushes against my cock. The confined space heightens the tension, and just like that, my dick is rock hard.