Heir to the Throne

Chapter 3 "The Meeting"

"You're going to deliver the shipment yourself whether you like it or not."

"There's no way I'm going to Tijuana," I grumble.

"You are. It's not like you can keep Aviana in line, so I have to stay," my father says as he raises a dark brow at me.

"She isn't my responsibility. She chooses to disobey all the time."

"In our family, we take care of our own period. Let me hear you say that again and it'll be the last time anyone will ever see you."

I roll my eyes not bothering to say anything just knowing this won't end good. Might as well keep this old man happy, so I can start making my way to Vegas with Israel.

"Understand?," father firmly says as he takes a seat on his desk.

"Yes sir, can I leave now?," I mutter.

My father nods, so I stand up from the seat making my way towards the door. When suddenly, Rios comes through the door almost hitting me on the face with the door. I scrunch my brows together finding his body language off.

What's going on?

"Romanov," Rios simply says with such disgust within his tone.

This immediately sets my father on fire as he roughly stands up sending the chair flying back. "What does that son of a bitch want?," father asks Rios.

"Romanov wants to meet to discuss business," Rios responds.

"Business? After all these years of bad blood. Must be a trap," father sternly says.

"Romanov offered to travel here and meet with you at any desired location you want to insure he comes in peace."

"Who the fuck is Romanov?," I raise a brow.

"A Russian mobster," Montoya utters as he steps inside the office. "He's an enemy to our mafia," he adds crossing his arms across his chest.

"Romanov's great grandfather killed my great grandfather. Our mafias were once an alliance, but when the Romanovs betrayed my great grandfather by stealing his arms business he had with the Chinese then killed him when he had his back turned. That's when they became our enemies," father explains expressing anger within his tone.

"Do you think this Romanov guy wants to discuss exactly that?," I ask not really having much knowledge about this family rivalry. My father never talks about his family. It's only him and forward. Never about his past, which I've always found odd. My mother freely speaks about my grandparents and how her childhood was like when they were alive, but when it comes to my father it's as if he has no background.

"Get him on the phone," my father orders Rios.

"Keep me updated," I say before I exit the door.

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Israel and I are on our way to Vegas. It's been a rough week, so a little stress reliever won't hurt to take in the weekend before taking my trip to Tijuana. On one of our gas stops, we managed to meet three sisters by the names of Araceli, Citlali, and Rosaelia. These females are so easy going if you know what I mean.

My thoughts suddenly burst away as my phone starts ringing. I take a look at my phone seeing the word I wish wasn't displaying on the screen right now.

Jefe.

I decide to forward his call not wanting to deal with him right now. This weekend is suppose to be a getaway, so I intend for it to stay that way.

Thinking I got rid of the distraction. The phone starts ringing again. Already knowing it's the same person calling. I just answer hoping to brush this conversation away as quick as I can. Shushing everyone to be quiet, I answer the phone to hear the conversation that completely blew my world in the direction I never thought it would.