Blurred Lines

~Old Friends and New Enemies~

⛔️Trigger Warning ⛔️

Brandon's POV:

I knew meeting with Vito Todd could only mean one thing. Vito wanted something done and he needed his best guy to handle it. I promised myself I'd never get involved with Vito after my last job but one last hoorah shouldn't be a problem. And honestly, I feel something is brewing.

"Brandon Carrea! It's been a long time, boy." Vito said. I glanced around the strip club, taking in the sight of his men strategically placed by all the exits and the fact that it was basically empty aside from us, them, and the strippers that danced around the room.

"It's good to see you, Vito." I said as I took a seat in the chair next to him.

"Get this man a drink, Victoria. And a woman." Vito said, looking at the woman standing next to him.

"Da ser." The woman said, her eyes trained on me as if I was a threat to her. I waited until she had walked away to finally speak up.

"Since when do you run with Russians, Vito?" He chuckled before sitting up.

"That Russian bitch was Drago Solovyov's wife. After my son killed him, I took his wife and made her my bitch. My son got the luxury of taking his daughter and adopted daughter. I can only hope he's being gentle with them." Vito laughed, some of the men surrounding him joined.

This is one of the reasons I decided to stop working for Vito. His son was cruel and disgusting. He preyed on women and Vito allowed it. I wouldn't doubt that those girls are both underage.

"So you've waged war with the Solovyov clan? Is that why you need me?" I asked skeptically.

"Not even my son is as good as you are, Brandon. You're quick, agile and you have that killer instinct that only a real killer can have. I need a man like you for this job." I sighed and licked my lips.

I can't jump into this life right now. Not with Kali being in the house. I can't put her at risk like that. If anyone were to find out about me, they'd find her. And the last thing I need is for Kali to start asking more questions than she already is.

"Vito, I can't-"

"Ah. There's that drink I was craving. It's rum, you must have a taste. Victoria here is an angel when it comes to making rum." The redhead Russian appeared in front of us holding two glasses.

I took notice of the bubbles disappearing in the one closest to me. I wasn't stupid. This was a part of Vito's contingency plan. Drug me and force me to do what he wants.

Vito reached out and grabbed the safe glass, bringin it up to his lips and taking a long gulp. He sighed before nodding at me to do the same. I took the glass and stared at its contents.

"I'll pass. Maybe next time, Victoria." I said, sitting the glass on the table in front of me.

"Mne sleduyet pererezat' tebe gorlo, tupaya svin'ya!" She hissed, her eyes narrowing as she clenched her fists.
(I should slit your throat you dull pig!)

"Sdelay eto. YA s radost'yu prol'yu tvoyu shlyush'yu krov' po vsemu polu i zastavlyu yego vypit' yeye." I said simply. Her eyes widened as if she didn't expect me to understand what she was saying.
(Do it. I'll gladly spill your whore blood all over this floor and force him to drink it.)

"Ha! A man of many talents. What did you say?" Vito asked, a smile etched along his wrinkled face.

"I apologized for disrespecting her by refusing to taste her rum." He scoffed before shaking his head.