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Czar

Present day.

Pakhan walks into the office and looks at Ivan with his hands on his waist.

I lean back into my chair, crossing my arms. I watch Ivan talking on the cell phone outside the office. I can’t hear what the fucker is saying, but his face says it all. He’s up to no good. Yeah, he’s my cousin, but he acts like he’s not. He looks down at us, and I know that he fucking hates us.

Why?

Da, he hates that we’re the Pakhan’s Two Spies, his Brats. Ivan gets on my last nerves, and I don’t see that my Brat, the Pakhan, sees Ivan’s hate and jealousy.

The Pakhan has been fair with him; he has a fucking apartment in the same building. We each have our own floor, and no one has access to our apartment. We handle all of the Bratva business in the offices on a separate floor. The soldiers live in studies on the other floors; then we have a commercial business on the bottom floors. We don’t need to really leave the building so that makes it safe for Pakhan. It’s something that I appreciate because Pakhan didn’t have to provide the apartment, but he wants us close and safe. The fucker should be happy, he’s not fucking doing much for everything the fucker gets.

Stupid svoloch’!

Pakhan handles all of the Bratva’s nefarious acts at the old warehouse located in a poor district, where we store the ammunition, equipment, and chamber. Fuck, I should talk to Pakhan about moving the supplies to another area, where only us three know.

I only pray that the fucker doesn’t try anything against the Pakhan because then he will see what I’m made of. Fuck yes, nothing but fucking tungsten.

Then he returns to the office and looks at Pakhan resting his hands on his waist.

I pull out my cigarette case and pull one out. I light up, watching Ivan’s bullshit. Yup, the motherfucker is acting strange, he's changed, and Pakhan thinks so too.

“I’m going to get us some food,” Ivan says, looking at his watch.

“Da sounds good,” Pakhan says, nodding.

We watch Ivan walk to the elevator. The doors open, and he walks inside. The doors close, and I look at my Pakhan.

I should get the Soldier to tail Ivan because I don’t want any fucking surprises, but then again, Pakhan might get pissed off. We’re Brats and all, but Ivan and Pakhan were raised together, and there is a bond that keeps Pakhan from acting on his fucking gut feeling. I know it because I’ve learned to read my Brat.

I light up, inhale deeply, and push off the chair to get something to drink. I grab my glass of Vodka, and my Otets saying runs through my mind, making me grind my molars.

Always remember to question and do not trust, not even your shadow.

I bet that Otets also told my Brat, and yet he’s not reacting to the bullshit. Pakhan inhales, scrubs his face, and looks at me.

I walk back to the chair, and take a seat, taking a drink.

“Give me a smoke,” Pakhan says, waving his fingers.

“Da.”

I hand him my cigarette case, and he takes it, pulling one out. He lights up, inhales deeply, and exhales. He runs his fingers through his short hair and looks at us.

“It’s about time that you showed up; we’ve been waiting for you,” Anatoly sighs, shaking his head.

“I was meeting with Brigadier Varkov about the new club since he’s in charge of getting it running. He wants to have several floors but with different themes. We’re going with Hellion for the club’s name,” Pakhan says, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“Da, that name is good. The club is going to be fucking awesome,” I hum, nodding.

“Where did Ivan go,” Anatoly asks, looking at the door.

“To get us some food,” Pakhan huffs, falling onto the chair.

“Sounds good, I’m starving.”

“Brat, did you get any details on Conti Famiglia? Do they have resources to take us out,” Pakhan asks, taking a drag.

“Nyet, but Conti Famiglia is not penniless. In fact, Conti is wealthy, so in theory, yes, he can take us out, but he doesn’t want war,” I say.

Da, Anatoly, had reviewed what he found this morning over breakfast. We still have breakfast together; you know it’s hard to break twin habits.

“So, the word in the underworld dark web is that Conti wants to make strong alliances by marrying off his nieces, so he’s looking for the best offer,” Anatoly scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Yeah, Brat thinks it’s fucking bullshit and old fashion, but it’s the way of the underworld.

“Is that right? Get me an appointment, and give me the files to review the two nieces. I want to know everything about them,” Pakhan hums, tapping his fingers on the desk and looking out the window.

“What the hell! Are you seriously considering marrying,” I huff, raising my brow?

Pakhan leans back into the black leather chair, steeples his fingers, and looks at me stoned-faced.

“Da, it’s a thought that popped into my mind when you said that he’s looking for an alliance and the marriage as forging the alliance. I’m thirty, not old, but I want an heir, and a girl that knows what the Bratva and Mafia are all about would make the marriage a lot easier,” Pakhan states, looking at us.

“Well, I’ll be damn,” Anatoly remarks, smiling.

“Damn,” I say, raising my brow.

“And guess what? You two will marry when the Bratva needs you to, period. Do you understand,” Pakhan asks, staring at us.

“Da,” Anatoly says, nodding.

“Yeah, I get it,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“Good, glad to hear that. So, get me the information. If possible, get me the cell phones so we can track them. I want to check them out prior to selecting the girl,” Pakhan says, tapping his fingers on the desk.

“Conti is focusing on selecting a husband for one of the nieces. The first one is Valentina Conti. I’ll get you all of her information for you to review,” Anatoly hums, looking at his laptop.

“Okay, give me everything that you can find on her,” Pakhan says, looking at the laptop screen.

“Da,” Anatoly hums, nodding.

“Track Valentina, and let me know if she goes somewhere, like shopping, a restaurant, anywhere that she’s going to spend time. I want to check her out,” Pakhan says, looking out the window.

“What if you don’t like them,” I ask, raising my brow.

Da, it’s my job to always play devil’s advocate with Pakhan. He needs to see all of the perspectives on the issues.

“Brat, are you serious? Most women are okay; a few are totally unattractive, but I need her, so if she’s decent, I’ll marry her. Of course, I want to check out both of them,” Pakhan scoffs, shaking his head.

“Da, it makes sense and a lot easier if the girl knows about the lifestyle,” I say, nodding.

“Da, on this issue, I’m positive it’s the way to go. It’s the perfect opportunity because I don’t have time to seek out a bride; it would be close to impossible with my schedule,” Pakhan says, taking a drag.

“Pakhan, I think that I have all of the information on Valentina Conti,” Anatoly yells, looking at us.

“Send me all of it. Let me see,” Pakhan says, pushing off the chair.

“Da, I sent you the file,” Anatoly hums, typing on the keyboard.

“Perfect,” Pakhan hums, walking around the table to stand behind Anatoly. He looks at the monitor, and I push off my chair to check it out.

The girl is beautiful, and Pakhan likes her. That’s good because I don’t want him to marry if he doesn’t like her. He’s my Brat, and I want the best for him.

“Wow,” I hum, staring at her.

“Brat, remember that she’s going to be my wife, so fucking keep your thoughts to yourself,” Pakhan hisses, glaring at me.

Whoa.

“Damn, Brat, you don’t even fucking know her, and you’re acting like a fucking caveman,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“I don’t fucking care,” Pakhan growls, looking at her photo on the monitor.

“Do you want me to make an appointment with Conti,” Anatoly asks.

“Yes, do it,” Pakhan says.

“Hell, you’re going after her,” I ask, looking at him.

“Da, so get me her location if she leaves her house. If possible, get me any phone numbers that she calls, especially if it’s a man,” Pakhan growls, fisting his hands.

“Da, it will take a few minutes, but from what I’ve read, Valentina has been sheltered. She went to an all girls boarding school since she was eleven, graduated, and has been living with Conti and is closely monitored. She only goes out with her cousin Mia, the other niece that Conti wants to marry off,” Anatoly says, looking at the other girl.

I look at Mia, fuck, she has my body reacting to her.

“Hell yes, Mia is beautiful,” I say, smiling.

“Well, do you have a good reason to marry her? Then I will discuss it with Conti,” Pakhan says, crossing his arms and raising his brow.

“Nyet, just saying. I don’t see a reason to marry the other niece since you’re going to marry Valentina Conti, forging the alliance,” I say quickly.

“Bart, I don’t know why you’re being such a fucking wuss about marrying,” Pakhan hisses, lowering his eyelids and staring at me.

“Nyet, I’m not a wuss, but if I don’t have to, I’d rather not marry,” I say, grinding my molars.

“Da, at the moment, it’s not necessary, but heed my words. You will marry if the need arises, and that goes for you too, Anatoly,” Pakhan grunts, glaring at us.

“Da, I got it,” Anatoly says, nodding

“Brat, I’m here for you, and I will marry for the Bratva,” I say, smiling.

“You’re such a suka,” Pakhan huffs, shaking his head.

“Brat, her cell texts show that she’s meeting Mia today at a coffee shop,” Anatoly says.

“Is that right, ha? Great. Send me the address and call Conti to set up the appointment,” Pakhan says, smiling.

“Da. On it,” Anatoly says, nodding.

“Brat, let’s go. I want to get there first to see her walk into the coffee shop,” Pakhan says.

“Are you sure that you want to do this? It’s not necessary since we have the fuckers in our hands. We’re more powerful,” I say, following him.

“Da, it is. I’m sure and stop trying to change my mind,” Pakhan hisses, looking at me.

“Da, I will,” I say, raising my hands up in surrender gestures.

I drive us to the coffee shop, and I look for Mia. I want to see her because she’s taking residence in my mind.

Fuck!

That’s not good.

Pakhan gets out of the SUV and walks down the street because he wants to see her walk into the coffee shop. I look out for Mia, waiting to see her in the flesh.

Fuck me!

I move my hand to adjust my cock, hiss, and grind my molars. This is fucking messed up. I haven’t even seen her, and she has me all fucking hard.

I watch Valentina get out of the black Range Rover, and I look down the street at Pakhan. This is fucking crazy. I look at the big Soldier slide out of the SUV and walk behind her but wait outside at the door.

Fucker should search the damn place; what if someone wants to take her.

Stupid suka.

After a few minutes, I see Pakhan walk down the street, and look at her through the window. I look at the Soldier, but he doesn’t even notices, fucker.

Then I see Mia get out of the dark gray Hummer, and the Soldier follows her.

I look at her beautiful face and her brown hair swings across her shoulders as he walks. The girl is sexy and classy. Her face is flushed, and she hurries to enter the coffee shop. I look at my watch.

Yeah, she’s late.

I look at her and walk over to Valentina, and she talks to her, waving her hands. Something about her makes me smile, and of fucking course, the wild need to claim her.

Pakhan opens the door and enters.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Da.”

Later that night.

I look at Mia’s text messages, and she only talks to Valentina. My heart skips a beat, and my blood boils.

Mia sounds lonely and only has Valentina. She’s scared about having to marry a stranger, one that Conti picks.

This pisses me off.

I look at her photos, the ones that they take together and of each other. Da, I’m a sick svoloch’ but I want to know a little about her.

Then I discovered Mia’s journal on her cell, and I read the last two entries.

Today was awful. It is really painful to learn the truth about Mama. I heard Mama and Don Elio talk about me. He’s going to marry me off to whoever Don picks. Mama is okay with it because Don is going to give her two million dollars to keep her happy. It hurts. Mama doesn’t love me nor protect me. She never did and for sure never will. I only have Valentina, and she’s going to marry soon. I pray that she’s happy and that her husband allows her to talk to me .

I wish I were staying at Don Elio’s house because then I would be close to Valentina. Mama is still on vacation, and as always, I’m all alone.

Der’mo!

I’m such an ass.

I shouldn’t be reading her journal.

But now I feel a connection with her, with her pain. I want to hold her and protect her.

She’s such a sweet, beautiful girl.