Page 11 of Lev
Lev, always remember to question and do not trust, not even your shadow.
I watch Ivan, ignoring the mistrust that’s slowly sneaking into my mind. I’m lost in contemplating the recent months as he walks to the elevator, looking at his cell.
As soon as he walks into the elevator and the doors close, I walk to the office. I enter the office, where I deal with all of the Bratva business. It’s located in an office building that I purchased and renovated to make it as safe as my apartment. It’s perfect since I lease the first few floors and use the other floors for the Bratva. One floor for my office and my Bratz, of course it’s the top floor. The other floors are offices for the Bratva businesses that I have.
Several floors are studios for my Soldiers; I like to treat them well. Two floors are apartments for the Soldiers who guard my office, my Brats, and me. For the nefarious acts, we own an old warehouse in the poor district, where we store our ammunition, equipment, and the chamber.
My Brats live in the same apartment building that I do; each one has a floor, and that includes Ivan. But it still doesn’t make Ivan happy, especially since I removed access to my apartment. No one is able to enter without me. It’s my haven, my safe house, and I’ll be damned if I give a svoloch’ the opportunity to take me out.
None of us have access to our apartments. We discuss our business here in my office, and only my Brats, Ivan, and I have access. I like to keep control of everything.
I cross the main room to the conference room, running my fingers through my hair. I enter the conference room and look at my Brats. They’re sitting around the table in the big room. Although we have our own offices, we gather here when we meet to review everything.
“It’s about time; we’ve been waiting for you,” Anatoly sighs, shaking his head.
“I was talking to Brigadier Varkov about the new club since he’s in charge of getting it started. He wants to do several floors but with different themes. We’re going with Hellion for the club’s name,” I hum, sitting between my Brats.
“Da, that new club is going to be fucking awesome,” Czar hums, nodding.
“Where’s Ivan,” Anatoly asks, looking at the door.
“He went to get food,” I scoff, leaning back into my chair.
“Da, that’s good. I’m starving,” Czar says, tapping his finger.
“Brat, what did you find out about Conti Famiglia? Do they have the resources to take us out?”
“Nyet. Conti Famiglia is not penniless. Actually, Conti is wealthy, so in theory, yes, he can take us out, but he doesn’t want a war,” Czar says, smiling.
“So, the word in the underworld dark web is that he wants to make strong alliances by marrying off his nieces, so he’s looking for the best offer,” Anatoly scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Get me an appointment, and give me the files on the two nieces. I want to know everything about them,” I hum, tapping my fingers on the desk and looking out the window.
Da, it’s the perfect opportunity to strengthen the Kravtosv Bratva by forming an alliance with the Italian Mafia Don, Elio Conti.
“What the hell! Are you seriously considering marrying,” Czar asks, raising his brow.
He leans back into the black leather chair, steepling his fingers as he looks at me.
“Da, it’s a thought that popped into my mind when you said that he’s looking for an alliance and the marriage as the forging the alliance. I’m almost thirty, not old, but I want an heir, and a girl that knows what the Bratva and Mafia are all about would make marriage a lot easier,” I state, looking at my Brats.
“Well, I’ll be damn,” Anatoly remarks, smiling.
“Damn,” Czar utters, raising his brows.
“And guess what? You two will marry when the Bratva needs you to, period. Do you understand,” I impart, glaring at them.
“Da,” Anatoly says, nodding.
“Yeah, I get it,” Czar scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“So, get me the information. If possible, get their cell phones so we can track them. I want to check them out prior to selecting the girl,” I say, tapping my fingers.
“I do know that Conti is focusing on selecting a husband for one of his nieces first, so I’ll get you all of her details. Her name is Valentina Conti,” Anatoly hums, looking at his laptop.
“Okay, give me everything that you can find on her.”
“Da,” Anatoly hums, nodding.
