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Maxim
“Dead! Fucking dead?” I slam the steering wheel with my palms. “Why was I not made aware of this, Andrei?” I drive back to the house, taking in long, deep breaths and attempting to calm my fucking nerves. I need a drink and maybe a quick fuck. I’m debating on calling Karla. But she’s becoming too clingy; I can’t deal with her insufferable voice at the moment.
“I don’t know, but I’ll find out why. It probably happened while we were back in Russia, brother.”
“Being in Russia is not an excuse. I need to be informed of everything that happens here. At all times. Find out who let that slip.”
“On it.”
“What the fuck are we supposed to do now? Robert was the best doctor we had on our payroll. He did what we said—no questions asked. Now we have to find someone to replace him.”
“Calm the fuck down, Maxim! His daughter is a doctor. She can work for us. Plus, did you see her? She’s a sight for sore eyes with that body.” He whistles, and I glare at him. “I was bleeding out and couldn’t help but stare at her.”
“His fucking daughter? Did the blood loss mess with your head? She’ll be more of a problem than actual help. All she did was ask fucking questions.” If I didn’t make a call to the chief of police I have on my payroll, I would have had to deal with a random fucking cop and that infuriating redhead.
“She did patch me up, and that, too, without even a tremor. Her hands were so fucking steady. She was made for this.'' He breathes in and out, I’m guessing due to the pain. “We don’t have many options, brother.” I don’t give a shit if she was made for this. It was hard to keep my eyes off her.”
“No! end of discussion!” I raise my voice, feeling so done with his shit.
“You need to get laid, brother. It’s been way too long for you.”
I turn to face him for a second, glaring him down before focusing back on the road. “Fuck you.” I scoff. Like he has any business telling me what the fuck I need. He was nearly bleeding to death, and he couldn’t help but eye-fuck the doctor’s tits. To be honest, I couldn't either. We stayed quiet for the rest of the way home. Thank fuck because I was one more comment away from punching him in the face.
What a shitty day this day has been. From the moment we landed in Miami, I felt off. The ambush that got Andrei shot was all a total shitshow. I need to find out who sent those men and how they knew we were arriving in the city today. We kept it quiet. They will pay for what they did; I won’t stop until I do. Feeling my temple throb, I decide to grab a drink. Yes, a drink. That's exactly what I need right now. Striding into my house, I make my way directly to my home bar, pour myself three whiskey fingers, and swallow it in one gulp.
I have so much on my mind, yet I can’t help but think about that little piece of ass we met today. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Red hair, brown eyes, and fuck, that body… Talk about a man’s wet dream. Andrei was wrong when he said she has a nice body, because nice doesn’t even begin to cover it. I can’t help but picture those thick thighs wrapped around my face suffocating me. My dick twitches at the thought.
Needing a moment to think clearly, I slump down into the chair. Would it be such a bad thing to have her as the Bratva doctor? No, It wouldn’t. The problem with her being so close to me all the time is that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to control myself. She will be too much of a temptation. I’d want to bend her over any surface and bury myself in her. She’ll end up being a distraction for me, and with me being the newly appointed Pakhan since our father died a few years ago, I can’t afford that. I have so many plans for the future of the Bratva.
Also, she’s too pure and innocent. Her father hid this part of his life from her, and I don’t want to taint her with the fucked-up world I surround myself with. He often mentioned them around us, and he never wanted their family to be a part of this world. He’d say Sophia is too headstrong and would get herself in trouble, or even hurt. Just thinking she could get mixed up in the crossfire has my stomach in knots. I want to protect her.
Since when do I want to protect anyone?
Slamming my empty glass down, I groan. Fuck it. I need to get some rest. I’ll just leave this problem for tomorrow.
* * *
The sound of my cell phone ringing wakes me up. “What?” I snap, without looking at who’s calling me. This better be good if I'm being awoken from the best sleep I've had in a long time.
“Sir, there’s a situation downstairs. Donny Antonelli is here, demanding to speak with you.” Donny is the son of Marcos Antonelli, the Capo of the outfit here in Miami.
Great, just what I need today. “Did he say what he wanted?”
“No, sir, just that he’ll only speak with you.”
“Tell him to wait.” I hang up the phone, do my business in the bathroom, and get ready to check on the matter. As I’m heading down the stairs, I hear a commotion between that fucking moron and my brother. Why did Andrei get involved? I round the corner to the bottom of the stairs and see Andrei and Donny pointing guns at each other. This will be so much fun, I think sarcastically.
“What the fuck is going on here?” They both look at me but don't lower their guns.
“Your fucking brother is crossing a line with my sister,” Donny says as he glances back at my brother with repulsion.
“She came on to me. I’m a lover, you know this,” Andrei says to Donny and then winks. I try to calm down before I do something I’ll regret. I'm so tempted to pull out my gun and shoot Donny just for disrupting my sleep. But I can't. It’ll start the war earlier than I wanted to.
“Put your guns down, now! And Donny, get the fuck out of my house.” He looks at me, and I see something in his eyes. I immediately pull my gun—yes, a Pakhan should be ready for any situation—and shoot without hesitation.
Donny falls to the floor, screaming in pain. “Fuck! Why did you shoot me?”
“You’re lucky all I did was shoot your leg; you deserve more than that for coming into my house and disrespecting a boss.”
