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Anatoly

Days later.

“Anatoly, I need you to handle the Cartel; they want to meet up to explore the opportunity of doing business with them. They want us to sell their fucking Snow, and I don’t think that’s what I want to get involved with or the Cartel,” Pakhan says, tapping his fingers on the desk.

My gut turns, and I grind my molars. Fucking Fuentes's words run through my mind.

“Da, we don’t need to get involved with the fucking Cartel; they’re fucking crazy,” I hiss, shaking my head slowly.

“Da, I don’t like the idea, but I don’t want to snub the Cartel without looking into it and getting the specifics. That Capo Fuentes saved your life, so that means we have a contact that we can work with,” Pakhan says, grabbing the cigarettes from the table.

“Da, but we’re doing good with the Ecstasy, ammunition, gambling, and all of our other businesses,” Czar says, looking at his monitor.

Da, we buy the Ecstasy from Canada, so we don’t need to sell Snow. Most people don’t know that Canada is one of the top three world suppliers of the fucking Ecstasy and weed. Nobody fucking talks about that, only about the southern border.

“Da, I’ll look into the dark web and gather intel,” I hum, nodding.

“Great, you do that, and let me know. I have to meet Valentina at the doctor's. The babies are getting their vaccine injection,” Pakhan says, pushing off his chair.

“I’ll take care of it,” I say, typing on the keyboard.

“Brat, I’m going to help Mia so she can take an hour to relax, but I’ll be back,” Czar says, pulling on his suit jacket.

“Da,” I hum, not bothering to look at Czar.