Sergio Agosta was a killer who hid behind a charming smile - but a killer nonetheless. He'd learnt the hard way that actions always had consequences. Which was why he was going after the one thing that would be his one and only shot at revenge - the...
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"What?" I barked into the phone as I moved towards my study, leaving Gianna in the living room.
I was pissed off at being cockblocked, especially after an extremely chaotic night.
"Why hello to you too, Sergio." A smooth voice came over the phone.
Alexei Zakharov. Also known as the current Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. Back when Mikhail had been the Pakhan, he'd been his second in command and had taken over when Mikhail and Luciana had eloped together to London. According to Mikhail, Alexei was the most trustworthy person in his life - apart from me, of course. But I had never liked that man right from the beginning for some reason. He seemed too stoic - as if he was carved out of stone. But what did I know? Everybody had their struggles, right? However, that didn't mean that we got along well. We, simply put, tolerated each other only because of the common factor between us that was Mikhail. Needless to say, the Cosa Nostra hadn't done much business with the Bratva since Alexei had become Pakhan, which meant that they were now easier targets for the other gangs.
I pinched my temple before I forced myself to calm down and speak in an even voice.
"How may I help you, Alexei?" I managed to ask, hopefully without a bite in my tone.
"I'm doing very well, thank you." He replied in his thick Russian accent, dodging my question just to annoy me. "I presume that you're doing well too?"
"I'm doing great. Now can we get to the point, please? "
That was probably the furthest from the truth - I definitely wasn't doing great, seeing the circumstances. But I didn't have it in me right now to engage in small talk with this man. Seeing as he never called me, it was safe to say that I was shocked to see his name on my phone screen. Hence I assumed that it must be something important. I was sure that Alexei Zakharov wasn't calling me to talk about the latest Bratva gossip. He and I both had much more pressing matters to attend to - mine being the blonde waiting patiently just a couple of feet away from me.
"Impatient, aren't we?" He mocked, making my annoyance flare up even more.
"Just fucking tell me why you called otherwise you're going to force me to hang up on you." I snapped, finally losing my patience.
The bastard had the audacity to chuckle before he got to the point.
"We-the Bratva needs your help."
"And why would I help you?"
"Because you're our only chance." He replied simply.
"About what and what's in it for us?" I asked matter of factly as I heard a sigh on the other end of the line.
"Our ties with the other mafia gangs have weakened and we need more allies by our side. If this alliance works out, it'll be in the best interest of both the Italians and the Russians."
