Russian Mafia Tsar [18+]

Chapter 13 - M

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The attack on Kirill reverberated throughout New York and Russia. No one had been so brazen in more than half a decade to try and take him out in the middle of a business deal. Dmitry was in his office in the back of Samovar smoking nervously and fervently paced back and forth.

"Blyat, if you can't finish the job, don't start." He said forcefully and turned to another companion by the name of Tamik which was short for Tamerlan. Tamik had become head of the mafia in Ossetia which was in the south of Russia. He had become partners with Dmitry and Kirill about five years ago and together, they expanded and took over the sale of cocaine in the Caucasus.

It was one of Kirill's riskiest moves and they all decided he would go to prison for protection as he had taken full responsibility for many deaths and had many people after him trying to get revenge. He was the face of the mafia and he was the decision making centre which also meant the price for his head kept growing every year.

When Kirill made the decision to relocate to New York, Tamik felt jealous as he had long had the hope of leaving but neither Kirill nor Dmitry thought it was a good idea in the past. And now Kirill had decided to do it without any regard for what he said before. He offered Tamik a business deal he couldn't refuse, but Tamik still held a grudge and felt robbed of opportunity.

Once in New York, Tamik had turned Dmitry to his side and they both planned to take out Kirill and divide what was left after their prey: Tamik would stay in New York after Kirill had built the network and Dmitry would go back to Russia.

Kirill trusted Tamik and had known Dmitry since they were pre-teens. Him and Dmitry had been to prison together a few times and survived through thick and thin and had treated each other like brothers. At the same time they couldn't be more different both in personality and in looks.

Tamik looked deep in thought. His thick black eyebrows collected at the top of his crooked nose like a caterpillar. He twisted his lighter in his fingers and stared into the smoke of his cigarette burning up in the ashtray.

Tamik was different from both Kirill and Dmitry. He lived by one rule: those who are not with us, are beneath us. He grew up in a different culture than both Kirill and Dmitry with different concepts of honour, respect, and duty. He was Orthodox like them and grew up in the same country, spoke the same language and they all read the same books in school. But his outlook on life was often at odds with his Slavic partners.

"Can we finish it now? The timing is too tight and it's too dangerous. Plus he has that bitch with him and if we take her out too, there will be too many questions. Her dad is lawyer at some law firm, he will start snooping and I don't fucking want that." Dmitry switched between Russian and English at will, throwing in a swear word between every other word.

Tamik was the one who arranged it all and coordinated with the supplier to double cross Kirill. Tamik did an immense amount of work to find out who Kirill was meeting, he tracked Kirill for months and had placed a trace on his phone.

"Accountant." Tamik finally replied. "Her dad is an accountant. But it doesn't matter because we can't involve her in it anyway or else the whole thing will fall apart, everyone will know it was us. It has to only be him and we can deal with her after he's dead. We wait until the time is right, God will show the way." His words were final and he stubbed out his cigarette and walked out.

Kirill had lost a lot of blood and had been on strong pain killers since the incident. He laid in his bed half sleeping, half awake trying to regain his strength. It was day three after it had happened and Mia had been by his side the entire time. She stayed with him, slept beside him, and was the one who helped him sit up and helped him eat.