10 Days to Ruin (Ozerov Bratva) by Nicole Fox

Author:Nicole Fox [Fox, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-02-19T00:00:00+00:00

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SASHA

Blood pools around this dead man’s head like a macabre halo, seeping into the cracks of the concrete floor. To be frank, this ritual is getting a bit tiresome.

How many times am I going to stand over another dead Serbian until Dragan gets the message that this city is undeniably mine now? How many moles will I have to whack before the lesson is learned?

I toss down the tire iron I just used on him with a clatter. “Tell your boss this territory is mine,” I snarl to the other man whimpering at my feet. His front teeth—what’s left of them—glitter crimson in the dim light. “Next time he sends rats into my house, I’ll mail your spines back in a jewelry box.”

Feliks leans against the wall by the exit, chewing gum. “Ask him about the shipment.”

I unbutton my ruined sleeves, rolling them past ink-dark wolves snarling up my forearms. “Rhetorical, brother. He’s got nothing left to say.”

The man gurgles. One hand claws toward my boot.

I crush his fingers under my heel.

Sighing, I turn my back on the mess and step out into the night for a breath of fresh air. Feliks comes with me as other Bratva soldiers fill in to clean up what I left behind.

“Cigarette?”

I shake my head. “I’m good.”

He does a double-take. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

I bark out a harsh laugh as I take a seat on an abandoned milk crate. “Fuck if I know, man. Nothing seems like it used to anymore.”

“Uh-oh. Them’s contemplative words. You know what happens when we go down that road.”

He’s not wrong, but goddammit, I just can’t help it lately. My thoughts churn and twist and morph in ways they’ve never done before.

My phone vibrates. I’m embarrassed by how quickly I whip it out of my pocket to look.

It’s not Ariel, though. It’s Zoya, demanding I pick up the borscht she made me before it expires. In the six years she’s lived above that restaurant, her fridge has never worked, but she refuses to let me replace it.

“It’s the girl, eh?” Feliks chimes in. “Ms. Front Page herself.”

Three hours ago, Feliks held open his phone to show me Ariel’s latest column. Front page of the Gazette’s Metro section: Cantonese Dumpling Carts Standing Ground in the Shadow of Gentrification. Next to her byline is a photo of her leaning against a food truck, ink-smudge hair spilling over the collar of that ridiculous puffy jacket.

“You’ve been mum on the subject,” he presses when I don’t respond. “The people demand updates. How’s the Capital-R Romance going? She asking you for dick pics yet?”

I roll my eyes. “Someone should teach you the meaning of the word ‘subtlety.’”

“Nahhh,” he demurs. “Life’s too short to beat around the bush. Besides, it falls to me to pry the truth out of you. God knows everyone else is too scared to do it. So, let’s hear it.”

“No.”

“C’mon, Sasha. You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“The Jasmine thing.” He pulls up an adjacent crate and takes a seat facing me.

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