Page 6 of Unexpected Allies

Chapter 4

Kole walked through the doors of the exclusive club, owned by his rival, Pavel ‘Pasha’ Petrovna. His men followed behind him, on high alert through the throng of partygoers. Laughter and music filled the air.

The crowd parted for him. People’s eyes widened as they moved out his way, recognizing the danger in him as he walked toward the private part of the club where he was told Pasha would be. This was a first for the other boss to extend an invitation to him for a meeting.

The Tokhan may be one of the most powerful organized crime organizations in New York, but it was time for them to move to the side.

Kole Bozovic was coming for that top spot.

A few of his men disappeared into the crowd so they could spread out around the club to secure it. Kole didn’t trust Pasha at all. He and his men were packing. He could feel the weight of his weapon underneath his jacket in the holster. There was no way he would have entered the lion’s den without some form of protection.

A large meathead in a suit approached them. Kole stopped in his tracks as the man stood in front of him. He could feel his trusted bodyguard, Denis, on his left.

Denis was about the same size of the meathead. Denis had been with him for years, and Kole knew his bodyguard’s loyalty knew no boundaries.

“Mr. Bozovic. Mr. Petrovna is waiting for you. Please, allow me to escort you to him,” he said.

“Thank you.” Kole nodded, adjusting his suit jacket as he followed the meathead.

This meeting better be worth it. It pissed him off that he couldn’t have continued with the little piece of ass that he’d had in his office. But this was business, and business would always come before pussy.

Meathead led them to a private balcony off the side of the club. Another guard opened the door for them as they stepped through it.

Kole’s eyes instantly took in the balcony and found it to empty, aside from the guards and a few men placed around the open area. The Tokhan boss sure had excellent taste when it came to his club. His eyes stopped on the lone female in the private section.

Mila Petrovna.

One of the most dangerous females in all of New York. The sister of the boss had a reputation that left many men keeping their guard up around her. She could hang with the best of men—better yet, most men had a hard time keeping up with her. It was known that her position was right below her brother, and it was she who was in charge of her brother’s foot soldiers. She was known as the Kollektor.

He could appreciate a woman with power. Someone who could wield a weapon and kick ass while still remaining a woman. His eyes took her in as he made his way to the table.

She dripped pure fucking sex.

Her leather encased legs were crossed, displaying her fuck-me heels. Her dark hair was left flowing down around her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes met his and his cock hardened.

He cursed underneath his breath. This was his rival’s sister.

Off. Fucking. Limits.

Yes, maybe he should have had a second round with the whore in the office before coming here. Kole had seen pictures of Mila, and they didn’t hold a candle to Mila in the flesh.

He arrived at the table as the men stood to their feet.

“Welcome to my establishment,” Pasha Petrovna said in greeting, in his thick Russian accent. He extended his hand.

Kole took his hand in a firm grip. Pasha and Mila favored each other. One could instantly tell that they were related. Pasha’s eyes were dark and intense as he took Kole in, studying him.

“Thank you for having me,” he said, looking around the group.

“Please, have a seat.” Pasha motioned to the chair across from him. Denis stood behind him as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and took his seat. He knew that his bodyguard wouldn’t be leaving his side. Pasha and his two men sat down as well. “Let me introduce my associates. These are my captains, Mila Petrovna, Boris Rokossovsky, and Yulian Nazarov.”

Kole murmured a greeting to them, his eyes lingering on the beautiful siren who returned his nod. She had yet to say anything, but her eyes didn’t miss a thing. She glanced behind him at Denis, as if sizing him up. She may be a badass, but Denis would definitely give her a run for her money. Denis was an ex-Navy Seal who was more than capable of taking care of himself.

“The head of my security, Denis Miklos,” Kole announced, motioning to his guard.

“Let’s just get to the point of the meeting. I’m a busy man, and I’m sure you are as well,” Pasha started, leaning back in his chair. Kole nodded, interested in what the Tokhan boss wanted to discuss with him. “I’ve had my eye on you and your organization.”

“Is that right?” Kole murmured. He wasn’t surprised that Pasha had been paying attention. His organization was making big moves in the city. Kole was proud of his brotherhood.

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