Trevor POV
Two days have passed and I haven’t found the Nash guy anyway in London…I even went to the one place that I vow not to step foot at…Italy!
Johnny doesn’t know anyone by that name and he definitely doesn’t know the relation of the mark! This is why I am in Russia now…I hate the Russian with every ounce.
I have been waiting for this old perv Slavi for over ten minutes…
“You have balls…to just walk into my territory without back up Roberts!” I heard Slavi’s thick Russian accent the moment the door opened.
He could be my dad’s age or even older…I really don’t care! But now that I look at him in his white suit with salt grey hair… he is definitely in his early sixties.
“I don’t need back up to end you and your organization Slavi…just by a snap of my fingers and all will pe
