Diamond Days (Born Bratva Book 6) by Suzanne Steele

Author:Suzanne Steele [Steele, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Suzanne Steele
Published: 2017-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Bazarnik. Viggo. Welcome. First and foremost, I’m pleased you both made the journey with no problems.” Glazov nodded graciously at each man before turning his attention to Novak, who was staring both men down while twirling that Russian coin between his fingers.

The two men who had been brought in to meet with Glazov were as different as night and day. The one thing they had in common was their expertise as cleaners.

Viggo was built big like most of Glazov’s Bratva guards, with closely cropped gray hair, just shy of a military cut. He wore thick, black rimmed glasses. Although he had the look of an American businessman, there was something ominous about his demeanor—something you couldn’t quite put your finger on but unnerving just the same.

Bazarnik, on the other hand, looked like a heavy metal rocker bad boy. He was a Krysha -- a special brand of Bratva enforcer known for being particularly ruthless and cunning. The word translated as ‘roof’—as in, they ‘covered’ whatever was asked of them. Some Kryshas wore fine suits and ties, but Bazarnik was a different breed and was covered in tattoos and piercings.

Glazov never could figure out why the women were so crazy about Bazarnik. All he knew was that Bazarnik was crazy, you could see it in his eyes. And maybe that was what drew women to him like flies—those crazy-ass eyes. Or maybe he had a golden dick. Glazov didn’t give a fuck how crazy he was or what his sexual proclivities were. But he did care about the man’s physical appearance attracting unwanted attention. Judging from Novak’s frown as he eyed the man’s body art, perhaps he shared Glazov’s concern. Glazov smirked as he looked from Novak to Bazarnik and back again. Pot, meet kettle.

Glazov had been hesitant to bring him over from Russia, but the kid was one of the best at what he did and Glazov needed all hands on deck.

“There are certain things that will be expected of both of you. We can’t afford to have unnecessary attention brought to the organization. Bazarnik, you will be responsible for watching over the jewelry store downtown—or at least that will be what your cover is.”

Glazov’s eyes grew cold as he considered his next words. He leaned in, looking directly into Bazarnik’s crazy eyes. “Everyone knows you have a penchant for fire—you and I know you are a full-blown pyromaniac. But I am a great believer that talent is talent, regardless of what polite society may think of a particular skill set. However, if you burn anything of mine down, I will kill you with my bare hands.”

“Never, Pakhan. I would never do anything to hurt you or the organization. You have my loyalty and respect, always.”

Glazov relaxed back in his chair, nodding his approval. “Good…then you will indulge your lust for the flames on the jobs I give you. If you get the itch, then take a trip out to the fire pit. I’m not fucking around, Bazarnik. I will be watching you.

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