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Czar

I walk over to talk to Anatoly because I’m fucking stressed out. All of the fuckers here are looking at Mia. They know that Conti wants to marry her off to the best offer.

“Brat, calm down,” Anatoly hums, shaking his head.

“Da. I’ll try,” I hum, pulling out my silver cigarette case.

Lev walks up to us and raises his brow, looking around.

“Conti and I had a chat. For some reason, he wanted to review the offers that he has for Mia, but he doesn’t like any of them. One of the offers is from the svoloch’ Magee, boss of the Irish Mob. Magee wants to have his son Nolan Magee marry her. Conti doesn’t like it, especially since I told him of the Magee Mob trafficking of young girls,” Pakhan says, looking at Valentina talking to Mia.

“Fuck! I’m not going to allow anyone to marry Mia,” I hiss.

“Calm the fuck down. I’ll help you, but right now, I need to get Valentina into another dress,” Pakhan says, walking away.

I look at Mia, hugging Valentina, and I want to go to her and take her the hell out of here. Mia looks at me, and then she starts sliding her fingers over her cell phone screen.

My cell beeps, and I pull it out to look at the text.

Mia ~ I’m going to my room. I’ll be ready when you are. I’ll walk down to the end of the drive and wait for you.

Czar ~ Da.

An hour later I’m driving down the driveway, looking for Mia. I exit the gate, and I see her step out from behind the tree. She’s dressed in all back, wearing a hoodie that hides her face, blending into the night.

Mia opens the back passenger door and gets inside the back seat. I drive away, looking straight ahead. I drive down the back street to avoid getting recognized. I pull into the parking lot and drive straight to our parking floor. I get out and open the back door, taking Mia’s hand.

“Oh, Baby girl, I’m so glad that you were able to get out,” I hum, pulling her into my arms.

I hug her close, kissing her temple as I look around the parking garage.

“Babe, I’m nervous; let’s go into your apartment,” Mia whispers wide-eyed.

“Da.”

I take her hand, and we walk to the elevator and thank fuck it’s our private elevator. A couple of minutes later, we got off the elevator and walked into my apartment.

“Baby, do you want some wine?”

“Yes, I need to relax,” Mia says, nodding.

I grab a new bottle of wine, open it, and pour it into a glass. I hand it to her, and I pour some Vodka in a glass for myself. I take a drink and smile at her.

“Baby, come on. I need to love you and hold you close.”

“Yes, that sounds good,” Mia nods, smiling.

I take her hand, grab the bottles, and walk to my room.

A few days later.

“Czar, I just finished talking to Conti,” Pakhan says, walking into the office.

“What’s going on,” I hiss, pushing off my chair.

“Conti is on edge. The svoloch’ Magee is demanding an alliance. Conti doesn’t want anything to do with trafficking and doesn’t want Mia near the mudaks,” Pakhan says, looking at me.

“What the fuck! You need to talk to Conti,” I yell, feeling my blood boil.

“Calm the fuck down. You know that I’m waiting until after the wedding,” Pakhan growls, gathering his brows.

“That’s fucked up. The wedding is still days away. I want you to talk to Conti now. Don’t you care that you’re going to fuck my life up? When are you going to talk to Conti about Mia and me,” I growl, fisting my hands.

I stare at my Pakhan, my Brat. I’m so pissed off I can’t see straight.

“Brat, I’ll talk to him after the wedding,” Pakhan says, resting his hands on his waist.

I glare at my Pakhan, grinding my molars.

“Nyet! It’s not soon enough, and I’m afraid of losing her. I’m afraid of that svoloch’ Magee getting his hands on her,” I utter in a low, angry voice.

“That’s not going to happen. You have security at her house, and she’s always with Valentina. So, calm the fuck down, it’s going to be okay,” Pakhan says, shaking his head.

“Da. But if you don’t, I’m going to talk to Conti,” I hiss.

“Da. I need to go. Valentina is waiting,” Pakhan says, smiling.

“Da,” Anatoly hums, rolling his eyes.

Fuck!

“Mia is coming with you two; I’ll meet you at the club,” I hiss, walking out of the fucking office.

“Brat, you need to fucking calm down because you’re going to fuck everything up,” Anatoly says, getting into the passenger seat.

I glare at my Brat and turn on the Range Rover, pulling out of the parking space.

“Nyet, I can’t. The thought of that motherfucker Magee pushing Conti shoots my blood up.”