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CHAPTER6
RUSLAN
“Iassume you’ve looked over the photos that I left you,” Rostam announces.
Pressing my lips together as I snort, I shake my head from side to side as I ball my hands into fists at my side. I want to hit this fuck in the face, but I won’t. At least not yet.
“Would you like to explain why you sent someone to take those?” I ask.
Also, I don’t tell him that I am keeping them because they were hot as fuck. Anything involving Isabel is sexy as shit. But I need to know what the fuck Rostam wants, and I need to talk to her too. I need to know exactly what the fuck she was thinking coming to me over and over the last few months. Being who she is, considering who she is married to. She has to know that it’s dangerous as fuck not only for me, but more importantly, for herself.
“I do not know why she was given to Azar. He is not necessarily a highly respected man in my organization. He is not bad, but he is not ambitious when it comes to work. The only thing he is ambitious about are his wives and making children. He works just enough to give them the luxuries in life that he’s required to. He will never get higher in my organization than he is now.”
“Isabel doesn’t have children,” I point out, noticing that he has mentioned children. That this man is only worried about wives and children.
Rostam nods his head once, his eyes finding mine. “I have not asked him about this. I can only assume that he doesn’t want to procreate with her because she is not part of our culture. She has not even converted to our religion. I don’t know why he hasn’t demanded it. I cannot comprehend what is happening with that relationship and situation.”
“You have brought this all to our attention for the purposeof?” Osip asks.
There is a moment of silence where we all exchange looks. Nobody speaks, all waiting for one another probably, but this is all on Rostam. Osip asked him and he will answer. He had things that he wanted to say, there was a reason that he wanted me to know Isabel was married, especially that she was married to one of his men and is not free.
“I have brought this to your attention because she is not happily married, this much is true. She is not legally married in the state of California, either. I want to strengthen our bonds, and I would like to propose giving her back to you in a show of good faith and to maybe go into business together?”
Osip clears his throat. “You’re dangling a woman as a carrot to get on my good side?” he asks.
I want to say “fuck yes, take Isabel.” I like her a hell of a lot. She’s one of us, she should be with her people, but I’m not sure that I want to keep her for life, or that this would be a good trade.
She has been with this man since she was sixteen years old. The simple fact is we don’t know anything about her. As much as I like her, we fuck, we chat for a minute or two and she runs away from me.
Maybe she doesn’t want to leave. Maybe I’m just something for her to do to pass the time during the day. Fuck if I know. This is all a little too much. I look to the side, then shift my attention back to meet Rostam’s.
“I’m dangling one of your women,” he says.
“Contracts were signed,” I reply.
He nods his head, his eyes finding mine, then he lets out a sigh. “My organization needs to make it on its own, but I see great potential in your Bratva and being able to sell to you there. Isabel isn’t happy, it’s obvious to me. I’m trying to right a wrong.”
Osip doesn’t even look at me, he doesn’t have to. He knows that I enjoy Isabel, but he doesn’t know anything else, and he doesn’t give a fuck either. This is a woman. While women are the backbone of the Bratva, at the same time they also have no bearing on the decisions that we make when it comes to business… or they shouldn’t.
“That deal will need to be a bit sweeter,” Osip says.
Rostam clears his throat, his eyes finding mine, then shifting to Osip. “Name your terms.”
“Is the drug business that bad?” Osip asks.
Rostam shrugs his shoulder. “It is when your father drove it into the ground and his cunt of a wife fucked over anyone and everyone who was a distributorandally.”
“The truth comes out,” I say. “What happens when this guy doesn’t accept the fact that Isabel is no longer his? What happens to her when he comes after her, comes after me?” I ask.
Rostam’s brow lifts and he lets out a chuckle. “I thought that you were a hit man. You can’t protect yourself against an aging Mafia member?”
Leaning forward slightly, I rest my forearms on my knees and let out a heavy sigh. Looking up at him, I shake my head. “You’re going to get me killed,” I say.
“You want her?” he asks.
“It would be marriage, Ruslan,” Osip states.
Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “How long do I have to make the decision?”
