Page 59 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

“Like I said, Vladimir always has his ways,” he concluded with a subtle smirk.

I scoffed and looked away from him.

As I gazed out the jet’s window, the runway rushed up to meet us, and the wheels touched down with a soft thud. The engines died down, and the plane taxied to a stop with a low hum.

“Now, we’re here,” I said to him, repeating his previous statement. “Let’s go close this deal, shall we?”

I was lying to myself, claiming that I was only interested in the deal and that I didn’t want anyone’s help with my little problem. Andrei knew that already, but he’d been cautious and mindful of his words around me. He just wanted to help, and I appreciated his effort, but I was okay.

I’d missed my cousin, and seeing him might actually help me, as Andrei had suggested. I didn’t want him finding out about Vivian—at least, not yet—because I knew his reaction wouldn’t be good. Us Wolkovs were proud and powerful; individually, we were a force to be reckoned with, and together, we could burn the world to the ground.

Maybe I was becoming weak; maybe she was my Achilles’ heel. Whatever the case, though, Vladimir couldn’t find out the effect this woman had on me; he definitely didn’t need to know how long her hold over me had lasted.

Trying to exude my familiar sense of majesty and power, I stepped out into the bright sunlight, the warm breeze rustling my hair.

Before me lay a stunning sight: a fleet of exotic cars, their sleek designs and vibrant colors glistening in the sun. There was a Lamborghini Aventador, its sharp lines and angular silhouette a testament to its speed and agility. Then, I spotted a Ferrari 488 GTB, its sleek, aerodynamic body a masterpiece of Italian design. Finally, there was a Bugatti Chiron, its curves and lines a work of art and its power and performance a thrill to behold.

With the sound of the jet’s engines fading into the distance, I was greeted by the hum of the cars’ engines, revving in anticipation of my arrival.

My cousin was standing outside his G-Wagon, impeccably dressed in a fine black suit with a Cuban cigar hanging out of his mouth.

He was flanked by his men, all serious-faced and heavily armed.

Subtly, I took a deep breath, feeling the rush of adrenaline and the thrill of the luxurious family lifestyle. This was what it meant to be a Wolkov: masters of our domain and kings of our own private world, our empire.

“Daniil,” he called out to me, arms spread wide as I walked up to him.

His dirty brown hair was fluttering in the wind, and his perfect build bulged out of his suit as he stood tall, towering over some of his men.

I chuckled. “Vladimir.”

He laughed genuinely.

“Good to see you, brother.” He embraced me tightly, patting my back.

“Good to see you, too,” I replied.

“Ha, Andrei!” He shifted his gaze toward him, and the latter bent slightly in reverence.

They shook hands.

“You must be exhausted,” he said to me. “Let’s get you settled in. I know a good five-star hotel that’ll treat you the way you deserve.”

Andrei stole a glance in my direction but didn’t say a word. I understood the look; he was trying to remind me that Vladimir had his ways of doing things.

“Come on,” Vlad said to me, leading us to his G-Wagon.

We got inside, and the driver took off, the other cars following up behind to form a convoy.

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He wasn’t wrong; the hotel we lodged in was glamorous and classy. We settled in and rested for some hours.

Vladimir had allowed me to have my space for the time being, saying we would hit the club later that night to discuss how to close the deal that had brought us here. Vlad had to fly down to Valencia, as well, but he arrived long before we did.

This deal with Mr. Petrov was going to be a hit if it went well, much like the one with Solenoir, which had generated more profit than I’d anticipated. With hundreds of Solenoir outlets in Russia, both Mr. Solenoir and I had benefited massively. So, adding yet another lucrative investment wasn’t a bad idea.

Later that evening, we got dressed, and Vlad instructed his chauffeur to take us to a club downtown.

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