Page 76 of Brutal Savage

I know what he means. Firearms. Five hundred of them, just like we asked for.

“That’s fair.” I nod. “How will you get it to the States?”

He runs his fingers over his trimmed goatee. “Don’t you worry about that.” His grin grows. “All you need to know is we have a system that’s been working, and we don’t disclose it to anyone outside the family. Question is, will you be ready for the shipment when it comes?”

“Our land is secure. We can do it here, no problem.”

“Good.” He glances around my office. “I will say I am very impressed by your land and the way you run everything. It almost rivals our process.”

Guess that was supposed to be a compliment.

“When will the shipment arrive?”

“Two weeks’ time. I will let you know once it reaches the States so you can make the proper arrangements.”

“Alright. My father will be happy to hear that.”

“Where is your father?”

“He’s out, though as you know, I will be heading the family very soon.”

“Ah, yes.” Konstantin stretches his arms. “I heard about your father wanting you to marry. How is that going?”

Fionn chuckles. “He’s got someone in mind.”

I shoot him a glare, and he shrugs.

“What? They’ll all know soon enough.”

“And who is that?” Kirill narrows his eyes, the tattoos on his neck twitching as he does. “You know, if it doesn’t work out, we have plenty of beautiful women in the family.”

“Ah, my brother does make a valid point. That may be a good idea.” Konstantin thoughtfully glances between my brothers and me. “It’s always best to form alliances in our circles, don’t you think? And with all the bad blood we once shared—in the distant past, of course—I wonder if a marriage would prolong our mutually beneficial relationship.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass.”

The vein in Konstantin’s neck jerks, his mouth curling at the corner. “Well, you’re not the only Quinn.” His attention snaps to my brothers.

Fionn grins. “I like myself a Russian woman. How about you, brother?”

He elbows Cillian, who doesn’t look as pleased with the idea.

“Yeah, I mean…” He clears his throat. “I’ll think about it.”

Konstantin clenches his jaw. “Good.”

“Yeah,” Cillian mutters, not wanting to piss the fucker off any more.

Konstantin isn’t wrong. May be something to consider. Just not for me. I have the wife I want. She’s the perfect woman to get me what I need and help Brody.

“We have brought you a gift.” Konstantin removes his cell, pressing a few keys. “One of my men will bring it in here.”

“Sure.”

Minutes later, one of his guys hands him a gold bottle of liquor. Konstantin places it on my desk.

“This is Russo-Baltique vodka. Have you heard of it?”

“Of course I have.”

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