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“Yes. I like the way you work. It is well known that the Belotov’s handle their business. Your shipping and receiving business is what really interests me. We are expanding our operations along the entire Eastern seaboard.”
“So, you want a partnership?” Kole interjected, his eyes narrowing on the man across the table from him. “Get to the point. What do you really want?”
His gut did a familiar flip, telling him that something was off. There was no way that Pasha would invite him out late in the night to try to strike up a business deal to make them partners.
“Pledge your allegiance to me,” Pasha demanded, his cold eyes locked on Kole. “You and your whole organization, pledge allegiance to the Tokhan Bratva.”
“Never,” Kole growled without hesitation.
He should have known that Pasha would want Kole to submit to him. He had a reputation of breaking the strongest of men. The Tokhan didn’t come into power by being soft. Kole knew that the Petrovna’s were cold, ruthless men who would stop at nothing to get what they wanted.
Well, Kole Bozovic wasn’t a bitch of a man who would just roll over.
He could feel Denis shift behind him. The motion was done on purpose to reassure Kole that his guard was still there. But Kole wasn’t worried.
“You could be made into our organization,” Pasha continued, as if Kole hadn’t already turned him down. “I’ll give you rank, and you can still run your business.”
“Fuck no,” Kole repeated forcefully. Pasha tried to ignore him, and Kole wouldn’t stand for it. There was no way in hell he would kiss the ring of another man.
A dangerous glint appeared in the Pasha’s eyes. Kole was sure the same look was in his eyes as well as he glared back at the man across from him.
“You wouldn’t want me as an enemy, Mr. Bozovic,” Pasha warned in a low voice.
“Is that a threat?” Kole snapped, shifting forward in his seat. He wanted to make sure that Pasha could see his eyes. He wasn’t a bitch, and wouldn’t be threatened. He could care less that they were in Pasha’s establishment. He wouldn’t be disrespected like a common punk.
The tension in the air became so thick, it could be sliced with a knife. His eyes didn’t waiver from the mafia boss. Kole was not a man to be intimidated. He didn’t get to where he was by cowering to opponents.
A tense silence filled the air as the music abruptly stopped. Out of the corner of his eye, Kole could see the DJ, bartender, and waitress being escorted from the balcony.
His fingers itched to pull his weapon from his holster hidden beneath his jacket. But in doing so, it would be a direct declaration of war and the battle would start on this night.
“Now, boys, this isn’t a dick measuring contest.” Mila’s accented voice broke the silence. “Mr. Bozovic, can I interest you in a drink?” she asked, standing from the table.
Hell the fuck yeah, he thought to himself. He needed a drink.
He nodded, finally breaking the stare down with her brother. She motioned for him to follow her, so he stood from the table, shooting off a glare to Pasha before he moved to her side.
“Let me show you the finest spirits collection that is kept for my brother and his special guests.” She led the way around the pool and toward the abandoned bar.
As he followed her, his eyes traveling down to her leather encased ass and held back a growl. He knew he wanted her. He couldn’t, nor would he, deny it.
She turned to him as she walked behind the bar and smiled. Her eyes narrowed on him, as if she was aware of the path of his thoughts.
“See anything you like?” she asked with her perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised.
His eyes took her in from her place behind the bar. He couldn’t have heard her right.
“Excuse me?” he asked.
“The alcohol.” She pointed at the selection behind her. “Do you see anything you like?” she repeated.
Oh, he did, and the object of his desires was waiting on an answer from him. Mila Petrovna would be his. Come hell or high water, the mafia mistress would be his.
“Which vodka would you recommend?” he inquired in a low voice. He glanced behind him and took in his men spread out around the private section.
He could care less about the others. He turned back to her and watched the pulse at the base of her neck speed up. She was affected by him too.
Good.
