Chapter 11
I look around the abandoned factory we sometimes use when setting up the deals, and curse. Three dead bodies lay sprawled on the floor, each one sporting a big red dot in the center of the forehead.
“What the fuck, Sergei?” I bark.
“They brought spoiled goods. What did you expect me to do?”
“To send them away, not kill them all. Damn it.” I turn to Dimitri and Pavel who are checking the crates on the floor. “Get their car inside. Burn everything.”
“The product as well?”
“Everything.” I roll over to one of the dead guys and have a look at his face. “Mendoza’s?” I ask and look at Sergei.
“No. Rivera’s but working on their own. Probably stealing the product from Rivera, mixing it, and offering under the table.”
“We don’t work with rogues, you know that.”
“I was curious what they had to offer. The price was good.” He shrugs his shoulders and lights a cigarette.
“Well, I’m glad you had your fun.” I sneer. “Don’t you dare pull shit like this again, you hear me, Sergei?”
“Yes,Pakhan.”
“One more stunt like this, and you’re done. The disadvantages of having you on the crew are running extremely close to exceeding the benefits. You get your shit together, fast. Find a bloody hobby or something.”
I turn my wheelchair and leave, with Pavel following after me. This mess is not what I needed today. If he wasn’t my half-brother, I would have gotten rid of Sergei long ago.
“Send him a hooker,” I say to Pavel when we get into the car. “He needs to let off some steam.”
“I already tried. He sent all of them away.”
“How many?”
“Six.”
“Try sending a male one.” I am pretty sure Sergei isn’t gay, but I couldn’t be certain with someone as unhinged as him.
“Yeah, that didn’t go well, either.” Pavel clears his throat. “He threw him out, then came to the club and broke my nose.”
“Jesus, what am I going to do with him?”
“Counseling might help. Maybe the doc knows a shrink who’d want extra money.”
“The shrink would end up requiring counseling after talking to him, Pavel. I don’t think anyone can help Sergei. He’s a lost cause,” I sigh and look through the window.
The bed dips next to me, and then I feel Roman’s arm coming around my waist and his body spooning mine. I love when he does that.
“You missed dinner,” I mumble into the pillow.
“I’m sorry, we had a situation. It’s late, go back to sleep.”
“Wake me up in the morning?”
“I will.”
He kisses my neck and clutches me tightly into him. Falling asleep never felt better, even with a headache.
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