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“So he invitedyou to his establishment to discuss the Belotov’s submitting to the Tokhans?” Kole’s father, Mirko Bozovic, asked in disbelief. “He has balls, that Pasha Petrovna.”
“Big fucking balls,” Kole grunted as he poured them both a generous amount of bourbon.
He turned and walked across the family room of his plush home. Even though Mirko Bozovic was no longer the head of the Belotov’s, he still acted as an advisor to Kole. He was one of the only men that Kole trusted wholeheartedly. Kole had to give it to his father, retirement did look good on him. The retired mafia boss settled on the couch with his dark tan, from his most recent vacation.
“Pasha is like a pit bull. He’s not going to give up, but he’ll bite down harder until he gets what he wants.”
Kole handed his father his glass and settled into the leather recliner next to the couch. He pushed back in the chair, causing the legs of the recliner to come up. After ten hours in the office, he was tired and just needed to relax. A drink, television, and a conversation with his father was the perfect way to end the day.
“You’re not telling me anything that I don’t already know,” he insisted before taking a sip of his drink. The brown liquid burned slightly as it trailed down his throat.
“What are you going to do?” his father questioned as Kole turned the television on.
“Push back.”
He flipped through the channels until the news caught his eye. The newscasters were speaking of the upcoming charity function. He paused to hear what they were speaking of.
“Tomorrow night, the Chateau Hotel will be hosting one of the most sought-after functions. Tickets are all sold out,” the newswoman said.
“It’s for a worthy cause. At ten thousand dollars a plate, they’re going to raise a lot of money. The world’s wealthiest businessmen will be in attendance,” the older gentleman on the television screen said.
“Exciting times. The event two years ago in Toronto raised over a million dollars for sickle cell research,” the newswoman added.
“Wow! That’s a lot of money. What’s the cause this time?”
“Juvenile diabetes research—”
“You’re still going?” Kole’s father’s voice broke through his thoughts.
Kole was set to attend the event. He had received his invite, and it included a plus one. He would be taking Meghan Bennet with him, who was a close friend. No benefits. They had attended college together. He could always count on her to be his plus one to formal functions, and he in turn returned the favor to her when she was in need of a plus one.
Meg was the executive lawyer for a Fortune 500 banking corporation located in the heart of New York City. Occasionally, she would consult for Kole and his business. They had never crossed the friendship line, both comfortable in the friend zone. She was truthfully the only female that Kole would label as a friend.
“Yes,” he murmured, taking the last gulp of his drink.
Mila Petrovna’s face flashed before his eyes. He knew that her family would be present at the charity function. His cock jumped at the thought of seeing her again. Even having Meg with him, if he decided to bounce with someone else, Meg would be cool with it. Hell, she might be leaving him with someone else.
He fully intended to make his intentions known to Mila. He knew that he affected her the same as she did him.
“Make sure you take enough men for security. My gut tells me that something will be going down,” Mirko grumbled.
“What do you mean?” Kole’s attention snapped to his father. One didn’t just profess to a bad feeling and not expand upon it.
“My gut’s telling me that something will go down. There are too many of our kind coming in for one event for nothing to happen. Promise me that you’ll watch your back,” his father demanded, with a serious look in his eyes.
Kole nodded while making a mental note to speak to Denis about this father’s gut feeling. Kole would not take his father’s warning lightly. His father didn’t get to where he was in life by ignoring his gut.
“Salagin Petrovna and Vladen Jaksch will both be at the party. The Tokhan and the Slokavich Bratva in the same room? Something is bound to happen,” his father warned.
Kole knew that his father was right. The rivalry between the Tokhan Bratva and the Slokavich Bratva dated back to their beginnings. Both organizations were formed outside of Moscow, Russian. If there were two organizations that hated each other the most, it was those two. Back in the days of the founders, the war between the rivals grew bloody. Everyone who was somebody in the crime world knew of the rivalry between the two.
His father may be retired, but he was still sharp and knew what he was talking about. Kole reached for his phone. He needed to speak to Denis immediately to prepare for the event.
