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He shakes his head. “I…I don’t know. A woman.”
Not wanting to draw this out even more I grab my gun from the back of my waistband and shoot him right between his eyes. Tucking my gun back where it belongs, I move to the counter and grab the towel sitting there, wiping the blood off my hands and face. “Sergei, any news?”
“I only have a name, sir. Ella Thomas. But I’m still looking for her.”
Goddammit, why is this taking so long? Throwing the towel down, I turn to Sergei and soak him in my anger. “I’m the fucking son of the Pakhan, I have more money than god. Why is it that we can’t find one measly woman?”
“Sir, I have my best guy looking for her.”
“Not good enough, Sergei. I thought you could handle this. Was I wrong?”
He flinches a little and I know that my comment hit the mark. One of his weaknesses is that he doesn't like to feel like he’s failing me.
“Sorry, sir. We will find her. I will increase the number of men looking for her.”
I don’t say anything else. Pulling out my phone, I call my father to inform him of what we found out.
He answers on the first ring. “Son.”
“Pakhan, Ivan was the rat. He says it was the German Mafia that approached him.”
I don’t add anything else. No small talk, just the facts. My father doesn’t do small talk, everything is about the Bratva, especially since my mom died.
He stays silent for a long moment then he clears his throat. “You are sure, Mikhail?”
“Yes, he confessed. I will let the others know and see what else I can find out about the German Mafia from our contacts.”
Coughing, he clears his throat. “Yes. You do that.”
Then the phone goes dead. I briskly leave the basement of the club without saying a word. Sergei knows how this works. He will contact the cleaners and continue to work on finding Ella for me. Making my way through the empty club, I jog up the stairs to the second floor where my sanctuary lies, my office.
I head to the closet and grab the first suit I can get my hands on. I need to get out of these clothes. I don’t want that fucker’s blood splattered all over my shirt. I take it off, I look at it, and toss it in the trash.
Then I send a text to Zeev updating him on the information that we learned from Ivan. I look at the clock and I’m thankful that it’s almost time to open. Cause I need a damn drink and to lose myself in the energy that the club always brings. For now, I will try to get some of this paperwork done.
***
Hearing the strum of music through the walls has me realizing that the club is open. I must’ve gotten lost in the club's paperwork more than I thought. I was just trying to pass the time, so that I don’t go crazy. Deciding to put it all away and head down to the club, I take the stairs two at a time and stand at the bottom of them. I take a deep breath, taking in the smell of the club. The sweat, the alcohol, and the scent of lust fills my lungs. I love it.
That’s when I see it, a blur of dark chestnut hair. Could it be that easy? Is that my mystery woman? From here it’s hard to see if it really is her, but I can’t pull my eyes away just in case. As I continue to look out at the dance floor, one of my bodyguards taps me on the shoulder, whispering in my ear, “You have company. Looks to be the O’Sullivan boys.”
I turn and what do you know? It is the O’Sullivan boys. I grin at them. “Boys, so happy you’re here.”
Brendan, the younger one, puts his hand out for me to shake. I return it while he speaks. “Mikhail, it's been a bit. I love what you’ve done to the place.”
Kieran agrees, “Yes, this is something.” But as he says it I can tell he’s not fully paying attention to our conversation. He seems to be somewhere else as he stares across the room.
Brendan doesn’t mix words as he jumps right into business. “I heard that you might have gotten some information that you wanted to share with us.”
“Yes, the rat we found said that a group of rebels within the German Mafia are the ones who have been stealing weapons from us. It seems a woman is involved somehow. That’s it. I guess they are not as stable as they like everyone to think they are.”
“Do you have any thoughts of who it could be?” Brendan asks.
I think about his question before answering, Ivan only mentioned a woman, but I can let him know who I’ve encountered within the German Mafia. “No. I’ve had some run-ins with a Johann, but that doesn’t answer why he would be stealing weapons from Zeev and you.”
Brendan seems to contemplate my answer when he starts to speak. “Not sure who this Johann could be. I’ve never heard of him but maybe Da had some run-ins with him…”
He stops mid-sentence when he zones in on someone. I follow his gaze and shit, that’s my mystery woman, Ella. She’s dancing with another young woman and Brendan better keep his eyes on her or we’re going to have some issues. I grit my teeth wondering how or if he might know her.
