Page 35 of Czar
“Do you have any tissues and water,” I ask.
“At the bar,” Conti says, pointing at the bar at the corner of the room.
I walk over to the bar, look around, and grab the wipes and water bottle. I return, pull the wipe, and hand it to her. I watch her clean her face and toss the wipe on the coffee table. I twist off the cap from the water bottle and hand it to her. She takes some sips of water.
The maid finishes cleaning up and closes the door.
“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Conti says, looking at us.
“Conti, Mia is pregnant,” I say, standing tall.
“What the fuck! You’re a fucking bastard for taking advantage of my trust,” Conti yells, pointing at me.
“It wasn’t my intent to disrespect you. I met Mia, and I knew that she was it. She’s mine. She’s having my baby, a Bratva baby. I wasn’t playing with her. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to allow you to hand her over to any motherfucker,” I hiss, fisting my hands.
“Allow? You son of bitch! She’s my niece, and I can do what the fuck I want,” Conti hisses, lowering his eyelids.
“That’s fucking rich! Yeah, she’s your niece, so fucking treat her with respect and not a fucking object to use to bargain for your Cosa Nostra Mafia ambitions! I’m the Bratva Spy, second in command, and I’m going to marry her,” I utter in a low, deadly voice.
“You crazy motherfucker! You can count yourself lucky that your Pakhan had already discussed the terms for this marriage and that I find them agreeable, plus that you killed that bastard, Magee. Now, I want you to take out the Magee Mob boss, Hugh Magee, which would be beneficial to both the Cosa Nostra and Bratva. Your Pakhan agreed to those terms,” Conti growls, gathering his brows.
“I’m glad that we have a mutual agreement. I’m going to take Mia with me because I don’t want to risk those bastards taking her again, and you don’t seem to care to have Soldiers protecting her,” I hiss, grinding my molars.
“Fine, but you will marry her ASAP,” Conti says, staring at us.
“Yeah, I’ll make arrangements for the wedding, and it’s going to be the day that she selects because she deserves to have the wedding of her dreams, got it,” I say, raising my brow.
“Perfect, just make sure to marry soon,” Conti says, walking to his desk.
“I’ll plan the wedding for the week after Valentina marries,” Mia says.
“Bene,” Conti says.
“Conti, no worries. No one is going to stop me from marrying Mia,” I say, taking Mia’s hand.
I look at her, and she smiles with fucking sparkles in her eyes.
We walk out of the office and out of that fucking house.
Epilogue
Czar
“Brats, the Oro Cartel wants to buy more rifles. Did we have any issues with the last shipment,” Pakhan asks, tapping his fingers on the desk.
“Da, his Capo Fuentes is cool,” Anatoly says, taking notes.
“Do we want to continue selling the fucker rifles,” I ask, looking at the file we have on him.
“Da, why not? We don’t want to have the merchandise taking space,” Pakhan says, shrugging.
“Da, but that would give him the fucking ammunition to come after us,” I hiss, gathering my brows.
“Nyet, the fucker won’t mess with us,” Pakhan scoffs, shaking his head.
“I think it’s all good; we’re more powerful,” Anatoly says, looking at the screen.
“Ah, I think that after this shipment, we need to make him wait for the next one,” I say, rubbing my beard.
