Forced Bratva Wife: Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Vadim Bratva Book 5) by Veda Rose

Author:Veda Rose [Rose, Veda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17 - Lev

My office hung in a persistent semi-quiet. My team answered my questions, gave me details about arriving at the courthouse later this morning, and provided a status update on Igor. But no one was saying much else, and I had a feeling I knew why.

“All right, everyone, get out of here. Take a break. We’ll be heading to the courthouse in five hours. Report back then.”

The tired men sighed collectively, all taking the opportunity to rest and catch whatever sleep they could get. I’d demanded quite a bit from them since yesterday’s altercation with Pavel’s men, and even I knew they required downtime.

“Pietor.”

A simple call of his name brought my cousin’s distracted stare back up to me, and he groaned. As he let the other pass by, he took the seat in front of my desk. He always liked to stand at the back for meetings like this, watching the room like a vulture looking for scraps.

When he sat, he met my stare with a bit of a glare, bored as it was.

“What?”

No question lay in the word. It was just Pietor moving the conversation forward.

“I want your thoughts about Pavel. I don’t like the attack yesterday. Something feels off.”

“Oh, like the big fucking hole in Igor’s leg. Yeah, you’re right, that is off.”

Uncrossing my leg from where my ankle rested on my knee, I leaned forward onto the dark wood desk, narrowing my eyes at Pietor as I took a sip of my bourbon.

With a glare, I swallowed, jutting my chin out at him. “So.”

He rolled his eyes, raking a hand through his already tussled hair. The guy needed a shower, the whole team did, and I knew that I’d been keeping them from the normal hygiene BS this evening.

“He’s definitely got more information about the Vadims. Info he’s probably spreading around to cover his debts with everyone else. Found some emails that gave a bit more clarity. And yes, the fucker is old and uses emails.”

I nodded. “I suspected as much. Pavel would be on everyone’s shit list if he was that bad at gambling and owed everyone money.”

“Precisely.” Pietor spun that ring on his finger, the inner black loop swirling around the outer one. “Still, I think he got a bit big for his britches. Liked how it felt to have an inside scoop on someone that he could use to extort people. Get his own slice of the pie.”

My stomach clenched, and I steadied myself with another sip, my grip tight on the glass. I set the thing down harder than intended, but the frustrated rage bubbling through my veins wasn’t going to be ignored.

“He’s trying to make himself a player?” I chewed out the words, shaking my head.

“Looks like it. He got those thugs at the office from somewhere. They were clearly not part of our team and they were the Italians, though he’s worked with them on a few loans according to the actual books. It appears he’s trying to diversify his portfolio.

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