Page 73 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

“Fuck you, stop lying to me. I just came from my warehouse.”

“Stefano, back the fuck off. I didn’t do anything to your warehouse.”

The more he denies it, the angrier I get.

I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around my Glock, pulling it out of my belt and pressing the barrel into his forehead.

Three of his security guys run in at the same time.

“Oh fuck,” one of them stammers.

“Back off. Back off,” Marco says quickly, waving his arm at his men.

“Stefano, think straight, you idiot. If I want to get paid, I need you to be making money. Why would I mess with that—"

“What is going on here?”

I turn towards Maxim’s voice and my heart sinks. Darya rushes in behind him.

What the fuck are they doing here?

“Stefano, what’s going on?” Maxim asks again.

“This asshole is fucking with my business,” I growl, staring at Marco.

“I’m not,” Marco says in desperation as he glances between Maxim and me.

“Stef, put the gun down. We can sort this out.”

“I’ve been sorting this out by paying him what my father owed him, but this idiot just keeps pushing me to my limit.”

“I didn’t fucking do anything,” Marco screams in frustration. I press the gun harder into his skin. He sniffles and falls silent.

I shake my head. I can’t do this with Darya here. If I shoot this asshole, then his guards are going to go mental, and then I am actively putting her in direct danger. For fuck's sake, this is exactly why I left without telling her what was going on.

I drop the gun away from his head.

I step back, still gripping my gun tightly in case one of his security guys tries something.

Marco stands up, indignant and furious.

“How dare you fucking come into my space and point your fucking—"

Maxim has stepped right up close to him, and Marco immediately shuts his mouth.

Maxim speaks slowly and with deadly calm in his voice.

“Do you know who I am, Marco Colombo?”

Marco freezes and his shoulders tense up.

“I do.”

“Then sit down and shut the fuck up.”

Marco stands stiffly for a second, his shoulders pushed back as he fights for his own dignity. He is weighing the pros and cons of not doing what a Dubrov has just told him to do. It doesn’t take him long to step back and take a seat again.

Annoyance shoots through me. They have so much power.

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