Russian Bad Boy's Princess: A Mafia Romance by Bella Rose

Author:Bella Rose [Rose, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mafia romance
Publisher: Bella Rose
Published: 2017-02-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

THREE MONTHS LATER…

“Once again I am thwarted, and the capital I invested is wasted!” Mikhail shouted in Russian.

The Pekhan paced angrily from one side of his office to the other with his hands clasped in the small of his back. Antonin stood with three other Brigadiers. All of them wondered whose head was going to roll for this latest setback.

“Mikhail,” Josef began. “The Cagliones have put everything they have into this latest venture. The goods are stolen. My sources suggest there is a buyer coming tonight to make the exchange. If we disrupt this deal, they are done. Problem solved.”

“Really?” Mikhail turned and snarled at his favorite spy. “Because what we have learned in the last several months is that the Cagliones do not put everything they have—as you put it—into one deal. They seem to be too smart for that! We outnumber them five to one and yet we cannot shut them down! Why is this?”

Antonin was afraid he knew exactly why the Bratva was losing the battle with a bunch of stubborn Italian mobsters. Yet he was hesitant to voice his fears lest he be right. Nothing that the Cagliones did since the death of Charlie Caglione was in line with their usual mode of operations. There had to be new leadership. Someone brash, smart, and with nothing to lose and everything to gain would easily have outwitted the slower, more cautious Bratva. The only person who fit that description was Juliet. But there was no way Antonin would allow someone like Josef to go and question Juliet. Antonin didn’t want any of his Bratva comrades to go anywhere near her.

“Antonin was the one to murder Charlie Caglione!” Josef pointed at Antonin. “Perhaps he should have taken more care with the line of succession. If there was some other powerful underling ready to step in and take power, Antonin should have anticipated it.”

Ah. Here it was. This must be Josef’s latest attempt to throw Antonin to the proverbial wolves. This had been happening almost weekly. In fact Antonin was surprised that Josef hadn’t just grown tired of the trouble Antonin’s presence was causing and knifed him in the back.

Antonin did not even move from the wall where he leaned with forced casualness. He gave Josef a lazy, indolent stare and then smiled. “As I recall, you were the one to assure us all that there was nobody to take over since you murdered Charlie Caglione’s son. There was nobody capable of stepping in. I believe your reference was to the unsuitability of a female heir to take over any sort of leadership position within an Italian household.”

In truth it had been the Pekhan to suggest the bit about the female being unequipped and undersupported in a bid for a leadership position. But there was no point in calling out Mikhail directly. He might be Antonin’s father, but he was still the leader and did not appreciate being challenged.

“How dare you?” Josef moved towards Antonin. Several of his vory started to follow, but Antonin’s forbidding glare held them off.

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