Page 8 of Blood, Bones, and the Bratva Bogeyman
It will be such a pleasure to peel them back one by one.
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Konstantin
Powerbuildsundermyskin as I open and close my fist while I gaze out my office window.
The business associate drones on in the conference call. My mind isn’t where it needs to be. Instead of the shit going on in our streets, it’s across town in the high-rise condo with my fiancée.
My strength is growing. It has since our flash bond locked into place on my side.
Tilting my head to the side, I filter out the voices in this room and try to tune into other conversations going on in the building.
My hearing has always been exceptional. I could hear farther than most normal people could. The last time Misha and I tested, I could clear a football field easily. But as I focus, I can hear the train rolling along the tracks of the metro.
Three miles away.
One hell of an improvement.
I push harder, straining to see how much farther I can go, and a dull throb lights up behind my eyes. There’s a fire in my brain as it struggles with the cacophony of sounds.
Then my brain flickers offline for a few seconds, and I hear nothing but silence.
A warm trickle comes from my nose.
With a sigh, I pull my handkerchief from my breast pocket to wipe away the blood.
“You are pushing too hard again,” Misha admonishes. “Stop being impatient and wait until your ceremony.”
Instead of answering, I turn back to my meeting, but the room is empty.
Fuck. I missed the entire thing.
“He was informing us that there was another OD. A younger one this time.”
“Another Reaper vial?”
There’s been a new synthetic drug on our streets that is killing many of our people. They are not ours and have not authorized the sale of them. We have a vetting process in place for any drugs that hit our streets to minimize the potential of overdoses. Our chemists are some of the best in the world for a reason. They create product for people to have a good time with, not fucking die from.
“Da,” Misha answers, running the scanner along the room to ensure the room is still secure after the meeting.
I wait until he gives a nod that we’re clear before speaking. “This is why I am pushing. I need to find out who is brave enough to run their supply on our streets.”
“Leave it to the brigadiers. Their men on the ground will bring us news.”
My papa taught me long before I took over the family that it was not smart to depend on others. That you should always only depend on yourself because no one can betray you that way. His way of thinking wasn’t something I understood. To me, it seemed weak to not ask for help. I do not see strength in it.Papa’s teachings are hard to brush off, as they have helped shape me into the man I am now.
Misha has been at my side since birth to make sure I do not turn into the same cold version my papa is. People did not respect Ivan Kirovsky, they feared him. That is not how I wish to rule. I want to rule with respect. I want my people to count on me. My enemies are another matter entirely. If they do not fear you, you have no control. It is the reason I fear nothing.
“Bring me Dragomir, Yuri, Zavid, and Sasha,” I order, sliding off my suit jacket and hang it from the back of my chair. “We also need to have a conversation with our chemists to see if they’ve been able to break down the compounds of the Reaper drug.” I scrub a hand over my face before peering back at Misha. “What is their name?”
“It was Rurik Stepanov’s son.”
“We will pay. Get Stasia to learn what they need. We will visit Rurik to reassure him we will find the person responsible.”
My phone rings and I pull it from my pocket, smiling when Cressida’s name pops up.
Misha laughs. “I will leave you to answer and go grab our brigadiers.”
