The Profilers (Born Bratva The Lost Years Book 2) by Steele Suzanne

Author:Steele, Suzanne [Steele, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: H.I.P. Publishing
Published: 2019-04-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty One

Ivan lumbered over toward the inmate who was lifting weights in the yard. The yard was one of the few places where inmates were thrown together. Though they tended to segregate themselves according to race and religion, at any given time there would be two hundred to two hundred and fifty inmates thrown together in the area. The problem was that there were only two to five guards on duty and one sniper ready to shoot high above the ground in a tower. The yard was the perfect place for fights to break out, and they often did.

As Ivan strode across the yard, the inmates separated like the Red Sea, allowing the big man unfettered passage. His movements were slow and deliberate as he approached his quarry.

He stood behind the weight bench where Soho was working out. When the man lifted the barbell, complete with 250 pounds of weight, Ivan grabbed it with ease and laid it across the inmate’s neck.

“You’ve been talking a lot of shit about knowing a certain serial killer. I want a fucking name.” To Ivan, please and thank you were unknowns. Such frivolity was a sign of weakness.

“Oh shit,” said one of the onlookers who fought to restrain another inmate who appeared poised to intervene. “Stay back, man. That’s Ivan The Terrible. He’s Bratva. Under the protection of Alexander Glazov.”

The man shut up immediately when Ivan cut his eyes at him and grunted. Though Ivan was well known among the inmates, he didn’t like people sticking their nose in his business. He wasn’t the chatty type by any means.

Soho barely eked out, “I…can’t…breathe.”

“Better start talking, then.”

“Peter Demandez. I can’t breathe.” The man was sure his esophagus would be ruptured if Ivan didn’t hurry up and get the weight off of his throat.

The man who had just informed the inmates that Ivan was Bratva spoke up again, observing, “That’s one seriously big motherfucker.” Ivan’s size was intimidating and he didn’t hesitate to use it to his advantage when the Pakhan needed information. He missed being on the outside but being able to work like this on the inside of the penitentiary sated his need for violence. He was even beginning to make friends.

“Fuck, Ivan, all you had to do was ask,” Soho whined as he hurriedly sat up. Even though Ivan had easily removed the weight, he was worried that Ivan might not be through with his interrogation.

“But it wouldn’t have been as much fun,” Ivan laughed. The rest of the group laughed with him, but it sounded forced.

“You got a visitor,” an approaching guard announced.

Weightlifter boy whined again, “Why does he get special visiting privileges? It’s not even visiting hours.”

Ivan trudged away after the guard but he still overheard the men’s whispers. “He’s going to meet Glazov. Let’s go look through the glass.”

~~~

The inmates who wanted a view pressed up against the glass to get a glimpse of the Pakhan. He strode past the guards with an almost dismissive confidence and sat down across from Ivan.

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