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Czar

“Brats, the Oro Cartel wants to buy more rifles. Did we have any issues with the last shipment,” Pakhan asks, tapping his fingers on the desk.

“Da, his Capo Fuentes is cool,” Anatoly says, taking notes.

“Do we want to continue selling the fucker rifles,” I ask, looking at the file we have on him.

“Da, why not? We don’t want to have the merchandise taking space,” Pakhan says, shrugging.

“Da, but that would give him the fucking ammunition to come after us,” I hiss, gathering my brows.

“Nyet, the fucker won’t mess with us,” Pakhan scoffs, shaking his head.

“I think it’s all good; we’re more powerful,” Anatoly says, looking at the screen.

“Ah, I think that after this shipment, we need to make him wait for the next one,” I say, rubbing my beard.

“Da, we will revisit this issue if they order more. Anatoly handles the shipment and delivers it to his Capo Fuentes,” Pakhan says, grabbing my silver cigarette case.

Pakhan takes out a cigarette and lights up, inhaling deeply. I push off to get a glass of Vodka and to look at my cell. I’m always monitoring the fucking security even though I know that Mia is safe in my apartment.

Fuck!

“Da. I’ll contact Fuentes,” Anatoly says, nodding.

“Mikhail Pushkin is doing a great job in handling all of the Bratva business. Volkov swears that Mikhail Pushkin is loyal to me and was never part of Balkin’s coup. I believe that unconsciously, I didn’t allow the promotion. That’s the reason that I’ve been holding Mikhail back and not approving him to become the Brigadier. The thought that he worked for Balkin makes me question his loyalty. But he wants a meeting with me and you two. Do you have any issues,” Pakhan says, shaking his head.

“Nyet, I don’t have any issues. We should talk to the suka,” I say, shrugging.

“Da, I’m good. I did look into him, and I don’t see any red flags,” Anatoly says, nodding.

“That's Good. We will meet with him after the weddings in about three weeks,” Pakhan says, taking a drag of the cigarette.

I stand at the altar, waiting for Mia to walk down the aisle to me. Of course, I do everything my way. I have two best men, my twin and my Brat Lev, da the Pakhan. Valentina is Mia’s Maid of Honor.

The house is packed with the Bratva and Cosa Nostra Mafia men. Da, the wedding is at Conti’s house since he’s the Don. What fucking ever, as long as I marry Mia, that’s all I care about.

The wedding march starts, and my heart skips a beat. Finally, she’s going to be mine forever. I turn to look at her and walk out of the house with Conti. She looks breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes sparkle, and her smile makes me weak.

Finally, Conti is handing her to me, her man. I take her hand, gazing into her eyes.

Oh yeah, I’m her man, and she’s mine.

The priest starts rambling, and I pay attention to the vows, and I do. I slid the ring on her finger, and she does the same. I hold onto her hands, gazing deep into her eyes, feeling her soul coming home.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest says.

I pull Mia into my arms and kiss her thoroughly, biting her lip. The shouts and whistles ring out, and I pull away, smiling.

“I love you, Mia Kravtsov.”

“I love you.”