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Chapter 3
Cherry Eclipse was an exclusive rooftop nightclub where the VIP section was located on the balcony. Mila loved the private section that housed a beautiful pool, a lounge area, and plenty of room for mingling and dancing. Her brother had exquisite taste, and ensured that his club was one of the most sought-after venues for people to party. He made sure that it was stocked with the finest spirits from the motherland, and she could always count on the club stocking the best vodka in all of New York.
The midnight sky was dark, with the faint twinkling of stars in the sky. Security was tight tonight due to the crowd. The VIP section would have only the most important people tonight, people with money, who loved to spend as much of it as possible. She glanced around and noted some familiar faces. Davor and Oleg were conversing with a gentleman off to the side.
Laughter filled the air as s few women in barely there bikini’s lounged around in the pool. Mila knocked back the rest of her drink, enjoying the slight burn of the cool liquid as she moved her body to the beat of the music.
The DJ for the night was spinning all the right tunes. Mila felt like dancing. She sat her empty glass on the table, allowing a passing waitress to grab it. She glanced in Mila’s direction, and Mila signaled for her to keep the drinks coming. She was relaxed and feeling good.
Her eyes caught movement by the entrance and watched the guards move to the side to allow her brother and his men entrance onto the balcony. His mere presence commanded the private section. Pride spread through her chest at the sight of her powerful brother. Patrons didn’t have to be told to move as the revered gangster, who like their father, was one of the most dangerous men in all of New York.
Pasha and Mila both took after their father in the looks department. Both played important roles in the family business, and Mila didn’t desire to rise any further in the organization. Her brother and father could handle all the politics of running the business, while she ran the foot soldiers. Getting her hands dirty was something that she loved.
“Mila,” Pasha greeted her with open arms.
“Big brother.” She smiled.
He engulfed her in a massive hug. Even at midnight, her brother was dressed in an expensively tailored business suit.
He motioned for her to sit back down. By the time he settled into his chair, the waitress had returned with Mila’s drink and one for Pasha. If the waitress wanted to keep her job, she would have his drink ready.
Mila knew her brother well. She sipped on her drink as she watched his eyes take in all the patrons in the VIP section. She knew what was coming.
“To a beautiful night,” he said, bringing his glass toward her.
“A beautiful night,” she murmured as their glass clinked. She settled back, enjoying the music that floated through the air. It had been a while since her and her brother could relax and enjoy good music.
“Jora,” her brother called to his guard, tipping his glass to passing patrons.
Mila knew it.
Pasha didn’t come out to relax and have a good time.
Without a word, the guards began clearing out the private balcony. The DJ and bartender would of course be allowed to stay.
There would be a fight on the private balcony if Mila couldn’t relax. The guards weren’t stupid. The DJ and bartender were both loyal to the Tokhan Bratva and were paid handsomely too.
Not one single person complained as they were escorted from the area. No one would dare mutter a word against the mobster while he or Mila was present. The people exited the balcony quietly, and in a single file line.
Mila had killed men for far less, and speaking ill against her family was one thing Mila didn’t stand for.
“I thought that just for once, we would have a night to relax, brother. Business can wait until tomorrow,” she stated, finishing off her drink.
Damn, how did she drink it that fast?
The waitress probably didn’t fill it up all the way. Mila scowled as she set yet another empty glass down.
“Business never stops,” Pasha replied as he sipped his bourbon.
“One night, Pasha—”
“Enough,” he snapped, cutting her off. His sharp gaze landed on her, causing her to shut her mouth. She knew when to stop and not push her brother, especially when he was exerting his power.
Something was up.
Her eyes went to the glass doors, and she watched as his men, Boris Rokossovsky and Yulian Nazarov, both captains in the organization, approach them. They both reported directly to her brother. He had brought them into the family, and she knew that he trusted them. Their men followed them as they made their way to their table.
This was definitely business.
