Page 2 of The Bratva King's Twins

Regardless, it made my blood boil.

My branch of the family may have been new to the city, and new to America for that matter, but we weren’t small fish. We were Levovs, sharing the same blood as the most notorious family in New York.

Andrei certainly left his mark, but it seemed I still had to make mine.

Before long, Kir and Benedikt strolled into my office, the former holding a tablet. My youngest brother moved with more urgency, as he was still new to how everything worked and didn’t want to slip up along the way.

His green eyes were still bright with the desire to work hard and earn his place. Benedikt, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. His face was stern and usually tired looking from everything he'd seen over the years. He didn’t tolerate any bullshit well, which was why he was my second in command. He knew what needed to be done, even if he did it with reluctance most times.

“I have the surveillance footage,” Kir said, placing the tablet in front of me. Wearing a black tank top tucked into his dark cargo pants, the aggressive-looking scar on his shoulder from the conflict with the Caprises was on full display.

He had initially been frustrated with the mark left after his wound healed, but after being reminded he had earned his first true scar from working the family business, he came around and showed it off more proudly.

Kir wasn’t a kid anymore, after all. Even if we teased him for being the youngest brother, he was still one of us, and he worked damn hard.

Pressing play on the footage, I watched as the scene unfolded as I had predicted. Our men were taken out, the access point was created, and they snuck their guys in. But from what I could see, their group split apart, some running forward and acting as a distraction while the others snuck into our inventory.

My brows came together as I looked closer, watching as they grabbed bundles of product and filed it out through the access point, seemingly directing it to their awaiting vehicles. More went out than I had anticipated, and my skin started to burn with fury.

Once the video ended with them fleeing and our forces pushing them out, I looked between my brothers with my expression hardened.

“How much did they take?”

Kir glanced at Benedikt nervously, whose eyes gave away the devastation. “According to my numbers, at least two hundred thousand's worth.”

Blinking back at him, I processed that sum in my head, unable to say anything at first.

While it wasn’t the biggest number in the grand scheme of things, especially given our wealth, it was the principle of it. The very fact that someone else in the city decided to steal from us. They felt entitled to a piece of what we had and simply took it.

That success would be more than enough incentive for them to try again. Hell, once word inevitably spread to the families of New York, we’d have everyone and their distant cousins on our doorstep.

I had to put an end to that idea.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I shook my head. “This can’t fly. We need to know who did this, and what else they might be planning. And where the hell is Lukyan?”

“He should be on his way,” Kir murmured, glancing down at his phone.

“Right here,” Luk said as he entered the room, immediately brought up short by the tense atmosphere in the room, largely charged by my anger. He glanced around before handing me a fresh folio. “I have that intel you wanted. Some guys are still working on it, but this should stave you off for now. Does the name De Luca ring any bells?”

There were many dominant families in New York, some more prevalent and vocal than others, but still active regardless. Many names floated around, all with varying reputations. Some popped up from time to time to form alliances and reinforce their turf, while others came onto the scene aggressively, throwing everything at the wall hoping something might stick.

De Luca, however, had been the quiet type. The kingpin, Edoardo, had reached out to Andrei before for an alliance, but when he didn’t have enough to bring to the table, the offer was rejected. It seemed he must’ve harbored some bad blood since then. It made me wonder if Andrei would even recognize that name if it came up again.

Likely not.

“It certainly does,” I murmured, leaning back in my chair as I considered what that meant, leafing through the printed pages.

“I figured as much. The name was highlighted in the database,” Luk added, dropping himself onto one of the leather chairs in my office.

“There’s a brief history with him and Andrei,” I returned as I looked down at a black and white copy of Edoardo’s picture. “It didn’t end in his favor, so I can only assume he was ready for some retribution.”

“But why attack us? Andrei doesn’t work too closely with us,” Kir questioned.

Letting go of a breath, I closed the folio and placed it on the desk. Ben was quick to look through the contents for himself. “Because De Luca thinks we don’t have the same teeth as Andrei and his ranks. Since we aren’t as established, he probably assumes we don’t have the numbers or forces to fend for ourselves.”

“I’d say we proved otherwise back there,” Ben murmured as he flipped through the pages.

“I doubt he’ll try again after that. He may have gotten away with some inventory, but it was a slaughter on his side,” Luk chipped in, not seeming all too bothered by any threat posed.

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