𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 | 18+ [ON HOLD]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞

Walking out the private jet I stretched my neck as I buttoned my black blazer. The cold winds of New York welcomed me into their arms but I was used to it. I was used to the cold back home. I gracefully walked across the stairs entering a Matt black finish Rolls Royce, the guard opening the door for me. There were three cars in my escort team. Two Gray Range Rovers followed by a Black Audi.

''To Blaze.'' I said in an authoritative tone to the driver.

''What the fuck man? We're in American and the first thing we go to is a Casino? There's a thing called jet-lagged for God sake.'' Alexeev whined at my command.

''Fuck it! Alexeev is right. I am tired as fuck. Can't we just go to our hotel?'' Yurik continued.

''We are meeting Edward Hernandez at Blaze thats it.'' I said closing my eyes and leaning back into the shiny black leather seats of the Rolls.

These jet-lagged bitches are really ruining my perfect mood right now.

What? When the hell am I ever in the fucking perfect mood?

''You know what in my fifteen years of knowing you I finally understand why people call you a motherfucking workaholic.'' Yurik remarked with a small chuckle making the driver laugh too.

This is last thing I want on fucking Earth.

Yurik's ugly-ass laugh.

I opened my eyes and gave the driver and Yurik a death stare thought the rear view mirror. They shut the hell up seeing my fucked up face. Finally fucking peace.

The escort team stopped outside the entrance of 'Blaze'. It was a chain of casinos owned by the American Mafia. The guard opened the door to my side as I stepped out into the dark alleyway.

''Get your jet-lagged shit together.'' I roared at Alexeev and Yurik who in a second turned from clowns to real 'do not mess with me' motherfuckers. Thats more like it. The three of us walked into the casino which was a rather decent place. It was dark themed with chandeliers that illuminated the dark rooms.

Expensive alcohol bottles adorned every rack of the place. Slow jazz music could be heard in the background and the strong and head-shaking smell of cigars and cigarettes could be smelled from miles away from the place. I spotted the VIP section as Alexeev and Yurik followed me.

Our thundering footsteps stole the attention of every motherfucker in the room. There was a large black tinted glass table in the middle of the gigantic room at which many elite members of the American Mafia were seated. At the head of the table was stationed Edward Hernandez, the boss of the American Mafia. When his old eyes met with mine he clutched his poker cards tighter and stood up from the black glass tinted table. He came to me as we both shook our hands.

''Pleasure to meet you Morozov.''

''I could say the same Edward.'' I said in a demanding aura.

I seated at the opposite head chair at the table and Yurik and Alexeev sat at the sides close to me.