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Mila instantly began to sober up. She crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, waiting for her brother to speak. For him to call in his right and left-hand men for a meeting and including her, meant that something big was coming. It was rare that they all were in the same room together, much less a public place like the Cherry Eclipse. But since it was owned by Pasha, it would be safe.
Greetings were exchanged as the captains joined them at the table. The waitress immediately arrived and brought drinks for the newcomers.
Her curiosity was now peaked.
The guards were each spread around the balcony. Davor and Oleg both nodded to Mila, confirming they were secured and free to speak. The private balcony was more secured than the White House.
Why would they need this much security for a meeting among members of their organization?
“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice,” Pasha began, looking around the table.
“Not a problem, boss,” Boris said.
“Anytime.” Yulian nodded.
“I wanted us to meet to discuss something of an urgent nature. I’m sure you are all aware, there will be a charity ball at the Chateau Hotel. Every organization will be represented at this party, and my father is set to attend. We will need the tightest security.”
Her brother turned to her and she nodded.
She was ecstatic to know that their father would be coming to America, but she knew that this was going to be a high alert event.
Every mob boss would be in attendance, and she needed to ensure that every soldier would be up to speed and doing their jobs. The grand pakhan of the Tokhan Bratva was coming. All members of the organization in America would need to be ready for the arrival of her father.
“Will Vlad be there?” she asked, shifting in her seat.
“Yes, he will.” Pasha nodded his head.
Mila’s lip curled up at the thought. Vladen Jaksch was the pakhan of the Slokavich Bratva. Vlad was a well-known drug trafficker in Russian with ties all over the world. The Slokavich’s had a long history of clashing with the Tokhan Bratva, dating all the way back to the conception time of both brotherhoods. Both organizations were born in Moscow, Russia.
“When is Papa set to arrive?” she asked, trying to taper down her excitement. She wasn’t ashamed to admit she was a daddy’s girl, but she wouldn’t gush like a school girl over the fact that her father was coming in front of her brother’s men. It had been months since she had seen her father. With him back home in Russia and her in America, they never got to see each other.
“Tomorrow night. It’s your time to shine, little sister. Do what you do best,” he said, his eyes locked on her.
She nodded, immediately drumming up plans for when her father arrived. It would be her job to ensure that their father remained safe while in America. An event like this would draw out any and all of their enemies to try to attack the pakhan of the Tokhan Bratva. Her men were the best, and anyone would be stupid to try something.
Murmurs of agreement filled the air as each man raised their glasses and saluted her. Pride filled her chest from the support of not just her brother, but from the other captains of the brotherhood.
Women in the mafia with power was uncommon, but the Tokhan Bratva had always accepted her. Not that they had much choice. Who would go against her father, brother, and cousin? But Mila knew that her record spoke for itself. She was a member of the brotherhood, and lived, breathed, and had bled for the bratva.
“There’s one more thing that we need to discuss,” Pasha announced. “The Belotov’s.”
Mila’s eyebrow rose. She knew the Belotov gang was a thorn in her brother’s side. It was a local mob that was run by Kole Bozovic. Mila had never met the mob boss in person, but she had heard of him. Just the thought of him caused her heart to skip. His pictures, she was sure, didn’t do him justice.
On paper, Kole ran a very successful shipping business, but they all knew that racketeering was his specialty, and he could move anything, no matter how large or small. If someone wanted something to disappear, it was taken to Kole and his organization. Kole had taken over the business about seven years ago when his father had stepped down.
Oh, Mila had read up on Kole Bozovic.
Ever since he took over his family business, the Belotov’s were moving up in the ranks of organized crime in New York, and Pasha didn’t like it one bit. New York and all the boroughs were his.
“They are gaining too much ground,” Boris snarled.
“What do you want us to do about them?” Yulian asked.
“We are going to get them to swear allegiance to me,” Pasha stated quietly. Mila’s eyebrow raised high at his statement. “With his shipping and receiving business, and his alliances, it would tighten up our hold on the whole Eastern seaboard.”
“And you think Kole will do that?” Mila asked. She agreed with her brother. The Belotov’s were getting out of hand and treading in on their territory, but it would be a good business move to join forces. Kole would just have to swear allegiance to their family.
That should be easy enough, and if not, it wouldn’t be pretty. Kole hasn’t begun to feel the full wrath of the Tokhan Bratva. Her brother was not a man one should make an enemy of.
He let the Belotov’s exist only because he ultimately had a plan for them. Mila knew her brother. He could be calculating and cruel, and Kole’s smaller organization wouldn’t survive should Pasha decide to take them out. Her brother’s wrath was like a hurricane. Nothing would survive.
“Kole won’t do that,” Yulian warned. “He’s a cocky son of a bitch with too much pride.”
Mila thought of all the pictures and mentions of the mafia boss. He would be the type of man she needed. Someone just as deadly, could take her shit, and could put her in her place when she needed it. Not that she needed a man to put her in her place, but just once she would like a man to make a decision or two, take control and protect her. Make her feel like a woman. She was starving for the attention of a real man.
“Well, we’ll squeeze him until he has no choice but to pledge to me,” Pasha growled.
“Excuse me, sir,” Jora interrupted as he walked over to their table. “Kole Bozovic has entered the club.”
