Page 35 of Bad Blood


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“Your father is worse than any Bratva man I know, and that’s saying something considering most of them love going to prison and love showing off how many times they’ve been.”

“This isn’t about my father.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then I’m not talking to you about him.”

“You will speak about whatever I want you to speak about. You lived a life of crime your whole life and never even knew. And I’ll fucking bet you don’t even know half of what your old man got up to.”

Mom’s words come back to me and I wonder if he might know more about what Dad did. He must do if he’s saying such things.

“I want to take care of myself,” I state, bringing the subject back to me. “I plan to leave New York as soon as I have the money.”

“How much were you hoping to make?”

“A hundred grand.” I feel even worse confirming that because it gives him an idea of the length of time I was going to be with the agency and what I was possibly going to do to make that much.

He stares back at me for a few moments and I wonder if this is it. We’re just going to stand here until the sun goes down, and he’s going to torture me with silence.

“Can you say something, please?” I ball my hand into a fist and slam it against the side of my leg.

“Tonight you will resign from the agency.”

“What? I just told you—"

“You heard me. You will resign tonight and you will have nothing more to do with them or any other company of the sort. This is what I want: thirty days.”

“Thirty days of what?” I’m not following.

“I want you for thirty days, excluding weekends. You can do the math. I want thirty days of you doing whatever I tell you to do,anythingI tell you to do.”

Anything?

“I’m not a whore.”

“Baby girl, if we come to any agreement at all, you willbewhatever I tell you to be. I get my thirty days with you and you get the video, the pictures, and a hundred grand.”

My mouth falls open. “You’re… you’re going to give me the money?”

I’m so stunned I can’t look away.

“Yes, but only if you fulfill your end of the bargain and do as I say.”

That could mean anything, but have I just found a path to getting what I want and saving my soul at the same time?

“What’s it gonna be,Malyshka? Do we have a deal?”

There’s nothing to think about here.

“Yes.”

His eyes twinkle with satisfaction, and the expression on his face is what I imagine a beast looks like when it catches its prey and is about to devour it.

“Good. We start tomorrow. I’ll send the contract over later.”

"Contract?”

“Of course. My number’s in your phone. When I want you to do something, you’ll get a message. Got it?”

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