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CHAPTER20
RUSLAN
Osip and his man stand next to the women, Rostam stands in front of them and all five of them look to us as I walk into the room with Isabel at my side. I swear, I think one of the cunts actually growls like the fucking dog that she is.
“Rostam, I believe we need to work some shit out here, because what happened today is something that cannot happen if we’re to be partners in any venture at all whatsoever. Never again. Ruslan is a trusted man of mine, and Isabel is soon to be his wife. This cannot happen again.”
“Punishment will happen. This is unacceptable, I agree,” Rostam states, his eyes flashing down to the women before they shift back up to meet mine.
I could say a million things, but I don’t. Instead, I tilt my head to the side and stare at him. I want to know the punishment. I need to know that whatever it is, it will be severe. I want them to fucking bleed.
“They have children,” Rostam states as if he can read my mind, or maybe I made my wishes known out loud. I don’t know and I don’t care. I just know what the fuck I want, and I want those bitches to bleed. “They will be punished appropriately.”
“I hope they are transferred to the grossest, ugliest, most disgusting husbands on earth,” Isabel seethes next to me.
It’s a good intense mood breaker. Everyone chuckles, except the two bitches on the floor. Rostam doesn’t even look nervous. He doesn’t look fazed at all. Instead, he smirks as he looks over to me.
“They will be taken care of, Ruslan. I promise this. I vow it.”
“We do not take vows lightly here,” Osip states. “A vow will be done.”
“Understood,” Rostam says, dropping his chin slightly.
Rostam ignores the women, then jerks his head to the side, in the direction of the dining room. I follow him, leaving Isabel with the women and the guard. Osip follows behind me as we gather in front of the table.
Placing my hands on my hips, I stare at him, watching him and waiting for whatever the fuck he wants to say to me, to us.
“I have five women. Two of them are virgins and prepared to work for you,” he states.
I know that’s what these meetings had to be about. I don’t know why he’s making it so fucking dramatic. It’s not that big of a deal.
“I’ll still have to interview them,” I say.
He nods his head, his eyes finding mine before he clears his throat. “Tomorrow, noon,” he announces as if my schedule is dictated by him.
My lips curve up into a smile and I shake my head a couple of times. Then I take a step backward. Osip doesn’t say anything, but I do hear him grunt before I start to speak again. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I lift my gaze to his.
“They can come—with you—Friday afternoon before the club opens for the weekend. I have other things that I do during the week.”
He arches a brow, his eyes widening slightly as he looks at me. “Friday?” he asks.
“Friday,” I say firmly
He grunts but nods his head a couple of times before he shifts his attention to Osip. “And our contracts and agreements?” he asks.
It seems as if Rostam is becoming more aggressive. I don’t understand it. This shit is his fault and he’s going to act aggressive toward us? That’s some fucking bullshit is what it is. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times, waiting for whatever the fuck happens next.
He’s got a plan though, and I think it’s much bigger than what he’s claiming. I personally think that Rostam is trying to slip his way into the Bratva, just like his father, only he’s doing it much different. He’s much more strategic and I’m not sure I like any of this shit. At all.
ISABEL
Rostam is charismatic.It’s how he took over his father’s entire organization without a single man opposing him. Yes, he’s the eldest son, but there were other men who were just as qualified if not more. It’s not like they are an organization that is based on a single family.
Much like the Bratva, the men in charge of the Persian Mafia are typically placed there by someone higher, kill for the spot, or just plain take over and dare anyone to stop them. Rostam took the latter approach. He took over, looked around, and silently dared anyone to stop him.
Nobody did.
Though, I don’t think anyone wanted to either. He’s got that way about him. He is seemingly kind and caring, his smile almost infectious. He is nice to look at as well, which doesn’t help anything, except for him.
