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Misha's eyes glimmer with a dangerous glint as he asks, "Are we going to war with the Outfit?"
"No," I reply firmly, "We don't have enough manpower, and starting a war requires money. I'm not financing it out of my own pocket. Instead, arrange a meeting with the Vincenzio brothers."
Misha notes, "They've been avoiding my calls."
I smirk knowingly. "I don't think they'll be ignoring me anymore. After we burned down their massage parlor and they retaliated by torching this place, Bobby will be eager to meet and avoid a full-blown war."
Misha appears relieved yet still cautious. "What's our plan then?"
"Set up that meeting with the Vincenzio brothers," I instruct firmly. "They may have been ignoring us before, but they won't be able to ignore the evidence." I retrieve my phone and show Misha a video showcasing the charred remains of the massage parlor and the adult bookstore.
Misha's satisfaction is evident as he remarks, "That's Bobby's worst nightmare. He won't want any trouble in his city."
"Exactly," I respond. "Call Bobby Vincenzio immediately. Let's arrange this meeting. And make sure to send the video to Bobby. Waking him up with such news, especially if he's in bed with his new wife, will rattle him."
Misha nods, swiftly dialing the number and taking action. As I observe him, a surge of excitement and power courses through me, knowing that we are on the verge of achieving our goals. But I'm fully aware that this is just the beginning. With a meeting with the Vincenzio brothers on the horizon, things are about to become significantly more exciting.
“Misha, put your phone on speaker. I want to hear his fucking voice.”
It rings a few times before Bobby Vincenzio answers with a pissed off, groggy voice.
"Who the fuck is this? And why the fuck are you calling me at 3:00 in the morning?”
“This is Nikolai Fedorov, Vor of the Chicago Bratva.”
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but the Chicago Bratva no longer exists, asshole!”
“We need to meet.”
“Why would I meet with you?”
"To discuss recent events. A fire occurred tonight in Little Russia, the Russian neighborhood. A bookstore was burned down, resembling the incident with Mario Alfonso's massage parlor. I have sent you videos. Let's meet and address this situation before it escalates."
There is a brief pause on the other end of the line, and I can almost hear the wheels turning in Bobby's mind.
"Damn it! I don't want a war, Federov!"
"I completely agree," I respond.
"A meeting? Fine. Have your second in command contact my brother, Paul, tomorrow morning to arrange a meeting. I assume you have his cell phone number, just like you have mine?"
Bobby Vincenzio abruptly ends the call, displaying his usual rude demeanor.
Chapter 12
Nikolai
I wake up feeling groggy and disoriented, my eyes fluttering open to find myself naked in bed. Memories of last night rush back, a mix of satisfaction and anger coursing through me. I reach for my phone on the nightstand and discover a text from Misha. The meeting with Bobby and Paul Vincenzio is scheduled for noon today at Il Ristorante del Padrone. The thought of facing those Outfit assholes makes my pulse quicken. I can't let Alfonso's actions go unpunished, and I must protect my business and my people. Taking a deep breath, I calm myself. The restaurant may not be the ideal location, but I doubt Bobby would want a gunfight in front of an upscale establishment, surrounded by business people and tourists.
As we enter the spacious dining area of the luxurious five-star Il Ristorante del Padrone, I'm struck by its opulence. The well-polished wooden flooring complements the comfortable seating arrangements, and the subdued lighting creates an intimate atmosphere. Soft background music adds to the sophisticated ambience, while the walls display intricate artwork and murals that capture my attention. The tables are adorned with the finest cutlery, glassware, and china, emphasizing the restaurant's elegance.
My heart pounds with anticipation as we approach the table where Bobby and Paul Vincenzio, the powerful capos of the Chicago Outfit, are seated, engrossed in their phones. Their eyes flick up as we draw near, and I feel the weight of their gaze upon me. Dressed in immaculate designer suits that cost more than most people's monthly rent, both men exude stunning presence. Their chiseled features and broad shoulders make them seem larger than life, while ordinary men pale in comparison. The mix of excitement and danger courses through me as we take our seats across from them, ready for whatever they have in store. Our bodyguards remain vigilant, serving as a constant reminder of the tension and potential for violence in the air.
Arriving at the table, I remain composed, knowing better than to extend a handshake to Bobby and Paul Vincenzio, given our history. The Antonovich Brothers and the Chicago Outfit have been bitter enemies, with the Antonovich brothers kidnapping Bobby's wife and putting a hit on him. However, Bobby broke Omerta and orchestrated a raid on Velvet Handcuffs, resulting in the arrest of the Antonovich Brothers and the dismantling of their illegal operations in Chicago.
"Gentlemen," I acknowledge Bobby and Paul Vincenzio with a nod, confidently to taking a seat without invitation. Misha takes the chair next to mine, his expression unreadable. Our bodyguards remain nearby, taking seats at the next table, prepared to act if necessary. The tension in the air is palpable, and I can practically feel the animosity emanating from Bobby and Paul.
As Bobby and Paul's piercing gazes bore into Misha and me, I introduce ourselves. "I am Nikolai Fedorov, the leader of the Chicago Bratva, and this is my partner, Misha Pavlov."
