Page 34 of Anatoly
“Pakhan, the new strip club is almost ready,” I say, leaning back in my chair.
“What does that mean? A day, a week, what the fuck,” Pakhan asks, raising his brow.
“Da, it means it will be ready as soon as the inspector signs off,” I huff, raising my brows.
“What’s the new strip club name,” Pakhan asks, tapping his fingers.
“We decided on Fiery,” I say.
“Da,” Pakhan says, nodding.
The dark clouds cover the moon, so it’s pitch black. It’s fucking winter in New York City; what do you expect. The Cartel Boss picked this fucking place for the meet. The night is fucking cold, and the fog is starting to get dense around the old warehouse.
Fucker!
I don’t fucking like this; it doesn’t feel right, but Fuentes will be here. It makes it easier to be open. Oro has asked for a meetup, and Fuentes presenting the offer makes it easier to deal with the Cartel. So far, we’ve managed to stay out of our turfs, but now Oro wants a work alliance. Da, it’s more of a forced working alliance since Bratva wants nothing to do with the Cartel.
Oro wants to talk to Lev, the Bratva Pakhan, but that will not happen until we get the full details of his offer.
So here I am, with Mikhail and our Soldiers, to hear the fucking Cartel’s offer.
I look around the old warehouse for any fucking ambush. I fist my hand, grinding my molars. It’s still early, but I thought they would be here early; it’s a fucking essential meetup.
I look at Mikhail, who stands a few feet to my right. He lifts his head, and I nod.
The back door opens, and Fuentes walks inside with one Soldier.
Well, the man has guts.
One Soldier.
Fuck!
I stare at Capo Adolfo Fuentes, one of the Boss Hugo Oro Mexican Cartel capos. He’s a ruthless, shrewd svoloch’. He initiated a friendly rival association months ago by saving my life, so I’m open to listening to him.
The man is in his late thirties, tall and slim. He wears his shoulder-length black and white hair in a ponytail. The man is the Mexican Cartel, and he’s worked hard on strengthening our alliance.
“Fuentes, where’s your damn Boss?”
“The Boss sent me to present the offer. It looks like the Pakhan sent you, so here we are,” Fuentes smirks.
“Your Boss is fucking insane if he thought that my Pakhan will meet up like this!”
“Si, I told you that Oro is a crazy puto! That’s why I reached out to you; remember that I saved your ass so we could have a reasonable working alliance,” Fuentes says, nodding.
“So, what the fuck does Oro offer,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“He wants Bratva to sell his damn Snow,” Fuentes scoffs, nodding.
“Da, we know that but what are the fucking terms,” I hiss, pressing my lips.
“That he didn’t say,” Fuentes huffs, waving his right-hand finger.
“Then what the fuck is the meeting for,” I growl, shaking my head.
“Kravtsov, it’s a done deal. Oro said that we were to select the drop,” Fuentes says, standing tall.
“That fucking svoloch’ is crazy. We have not decided to do this! It’s not a done deal,” I growl, shaking my head.
