Nikolai
NikolaiMid-week, I get a call from the guy named Viper. I’m upstairs in the penthouse, and the moment I get it, I signal to Sasha to silence the television, and I point to the phone. Maxim and Ravil walk over, and I put the guy on speaker.
“Heard you were in the market for pussy.”
“That’s right. To own not rent,” I answer.
“Who do you work for?”
“My boss is head of the Chicago bratva,” I tell him. “Are your girls Russian?”
“Yes. Which is a problem, since none of us speak Russian.”
My nostrils flare as I meet Ravil’s cold gaze.
“My boss has resources.” Meaning—we can afford to buy the women.
“I’ll deal with him directly.”
“He’s right here.” I hand Ravil the phone.
“Ravil Baranov. Who am I speaking with?”
“You can call me Viper. How many girls do you want?”
Ravil sends u
