Page 6 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

Jeffery blanched.

He knew what underground cage fighting could look like. He was a good enough fighter, as one had to be when working for the Bratva, but there were monsters in those cages.

“I-I have some property, Boss. Some for my mother and my brother…. I’ll get it,” he cried out, his lips quivering.

I shrugged. “I don’t care how you do it. Just get my money in a week. And after that, you better disappear.”

Done with the conversation, I waved a hand to Andrei and returned to my seat.

“Get him out of here,” Andrei said to the men. Then, he peered down at my ruined rug. “And take that rug with you.”

“Make sure he doesn't die,” I added.

“Are you really going to let him live?” Andrei asked once we were alone.

I glanced his way as his phone began to beep. “I shattered his knee. He’ll lose that leg. I believe I’ve gotten my pound of flesh, especially since I’ll be getting my money back.” I paused, frowning. “What is that awful sound?”

Andrei fished his phone from his pocket. “Sorry, it’s an alarm. Shit. You have somewhere to be, Boss.”

I had just been about to sit, so I turned back to Andrei with a frown. “What?”

“It’s a meeting with our weapon suppliers.”

I sighed, grabbing my gun from the table and heading for the door instead.

We both headed to the sleek car outside where the chauffeur was waiting. I was late, but it was fine. They would wait. They always did.

Andrei opened the backseat for me, and I got in. He walked over to the other side and did the same. As the car started to move, Andrei pulled out an embossed card from the inner pocket of his jacket.

He passed it to me, and I accepted it, squinting at the card in my hand. “What’s this again?”

“It’s an invite to Solenoir’s fashion show and after-party.”

Solenoir. It was a designer brand we were investing in, helping them get into Russia with our protection.

I cast a disbelieving look in his direction. He should’ve known better; I didn’t fancy such gatherings.

“Not interested,” I said bluntly.

“I know you’re not interested, Boss,” Andrei said. “But you have to go regardless. Remember the deal between the Bratva and this brand. Should that deal be successful, the profit margins will be very high. We have to keep them somewhat happy, and that includes honoring their invites.”

Andrei was right. For this deal to come together, I had to accept the invite. I didn’t have to like it, but I had to do it out of a sense of obligation.

Chapter 3 – Vivian

Oh, my God, this is really happening!

My mind was going crazy, and my heart was racing as I sat in the chair before the large mirror in the dressing room, staring at the beauty looking back at me. I could barely recognize my own reflection since there practically was no difference between me and the top Solenoir models in the room.

This is unbelievable.

The legendary Solenoir dressing room sure didn’t disappoint with its spacious yet intimate design, filled with racks of high-fashion garments lining the walls. The room, a bustling hub of activity, was overflowing with the electric energy of last-minute preparations as hairstylists, makeup artists, and the like were constantly in motion, moving about hastily. I could sense a mix of tension, anxiety, and confidence lingering in the air. Of course, I could sense that; I was giving off all energies simultaneously. Was that even possible? I hadn’t even been sure until now.

Hold on, scratch that. I was everything but confident; that was reserved for the professionals, and they had confidence oozing out of every pore.

There’s Helena!

I froze for a second as she walked in and took a seat somewhere behind me, which was cool because, that way, I could easily look at her through the mirror before me.

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