Page 9 of Owned Bratva Bride
His throaty cry filled the warehouse as I uprooted his premolar.
“I don’t do the same thing twice. It’ll be your eyes next, or maybe a bullet through your ear,” I pointed out, bending to his level. “Who sent you?”
“I…I don’t…we…” he stuttered as I picked another favorite tool from the table.
“Changed my mind,” I uttered, bringing the fat blade of the knife to his cheek.
“Please, please…I really….”
His words blurred into another animalistic cry as I slashed a gash from his high cheek to his jaw, blood dripping onto his dirty tee.
“Are we talking now?” I asked.
“Now, the thing is, even after you answer me, I might still do one or two for wasting my time. So, if I were you, I’d stop stalling,” I cautioned.
He nodded frantically.
Of course. I’m never wrong.
“I never met him, but the guy who gives us the machinery to sneak into your shipment has mentioned him once or twice.”
I raised my brow.
“He’s not Russian, is he? Tell me everything you know. You don’t want me to ask you again.”
He swallowed noisily before answering, “No, he’s not. They call him Navarro. I don’t know if that’s his real name or not. That’s all I know. Please, don’t kill me. They must be looking for me by now, and they’ll surely kill me when they do; that’s what always happens. I have to go into hiding with my kid. Please…I’m all he has. His mom is dead…. Please, don’t kill me.”
“If you think your sob story is your saving grace, you’ve made a big mistake,” I declared.
He looked resigned.
He definitely knew; he just tried to push his luck.
“Eduard?”
I looked around, and there was Danil, his face as stoic as ever.
“It’s Navarro. Can you believe the bastard?”
“Navarro…” he drawled. “But he’s too spineless to dare us.”
“He must have friends in high places,” I explained.
“He hasn’t caused enough harm for us to go after him. He’s not that important. We’ll run setup shipment, get the guys he uses, and send him a message through them.”
I nodded in agreement.
“Leonid, let him go,” I called over my shoulder as I left the warehouse with my brother.
We did exactly as planned, and it worked.
But what Navarro didn’t know was thatIhadn’t gotten even yet. He made my clients undermine my work integrity more than once. Dragging him from his high chair was personal for me, not just the Bratva.
In another forty minutes, our three cars were pulling over behind the warehouse. Signaling for my men to assemble, Iredid the buttons on my black suit.
***
“Lucien Navarro is the host of this event; only Harry and Viktor know him,” I started, the two men nodding in recognition.
