Page 7 of Bratva Wolf

It’s interesting that we’ve worked out codes for things on the phone. Too big of a risk that the Feds are listening in. Aisle two means two bodies. Georgie will take care of them and supervise putting the room back together. He’s the bratva cleaner. He cleans up dead people, blood and gore, like you see on a movie, likePulp Fiction. I slip my phone back into my pocket.

“Thane?”

Red’s impatient tone makes my cock twitch. “What can I do for you, Red?”

She opens the kit and takes out supplies, setting them next to her patient. “Hold the gauze on her leg.”

I place my hand on her leg and nod at the old woman. Being the wife of the Pakhan, I’m sure this isn’t her first experience in a shoot-out, but I want to reassure her. “You’re going to be just fine.”

Red looks at the wound. “We should take you to the hospital.”

Mrs. Abashin shakes her head. “I’d rather not.”

“We can call our dentist.” My father has a doctor who lost his license decades ago. He just practices for the Bratva off book.

Red scoffs. “How can a dentist help?”

Mrs. Abashin pats her hand. “He’s a doctor. We just call him the dentist.”

Red cocks her head as her brow raises. “Okay. I’m good.” She flicks her head at me as she sharpens her tone. “I’ll take care of it.” Red’s command makes my hand itch to spank her ass as I focus on the wound. She slips nitrile gloves on her hands and moves my hand and the gauze. “I think we can get away with some glue and skip the stitches.”

Mrs. Abashin nods. “I would rather not have to explain this, so just do the best you can. Injuries always lead to questions, and I don’t want to talk to anyone in law enforcement.”

Red smiles at her. “You’ll need to tell me if you have any trouble after I fix it.”

“Oh, I will, dear. Thank you. I always knew it would be helpful to have a nurse next door.”

My head snaps to Red. Nurse? She’s a stripper!

Her expression lets me know she knows what I’m thinking. “We should take her next door to my house.”

My brow crinkles. “You live next door?”

Mrs. Abashin snarks. “Did you think she was just walking by and decided to step in the middle of gunfire?”

I flip my head to the old woman. “Now there’s the tone I remember.”

She laughs. “Sorry. When I get scared, I get sarcastic.”

“Should you pick her up before more shooting happens?” Red’s snippy tone raises the hackles on my neck. She needs a spanking to remember her place. My brothers call out from the front of the house as I pick up Mrs. Abashin. They walk in as I flick my head in welcome. “We’ll be next door.”

“Scarlet, honey. Grab the pie.”

Red walks around me and heads into the kitchen as my brothers stare. I clear my throat. “You’ve got a shit load of stuff to do, keep your fucking attention to yourself.”

They stare at me like I have three heads.

Saxon’s lip raises. “Ah. She’s the …”

I whip my head to stare down my youngest brother, willing him to stop before he says too much. I know he’s seen her at the club. His reaction assures me he understands as they walk around me to survey the bodies.

Saxon tilts his head at the broken window. “Georgie was looking at the back window.”

“Great.” I utter as I walk the ladies next door. Red opens the door to the house on the left and calls out. “Hey Grandmother. You can come out. I brought Mrs. Abashin and her friend with me.”

I scoff. “Friend?”

She shrugs. I guess that works as well as any for a description.

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