Page 96 of Truths

“Translate this for me.”

It plays again, and Peter nods as he listens. “Someone named Ivan ordered someone named Dimitri to order a hit on you, sir. He wanted to help out O'Malley by getting you out of the way.”

“Ivan must die,” Collin says. “You may leave.”

The large man walks away, and Jennings gapes. “Where'd you find him?”

“Isn't it great? You always want a loyal mammoth of a man on your side. I suggest getting one.”

“Have one. Bigger than Peter, but damn.”

“Does this mean we're coming together as allies to lay punishment on the right Russian?” Psycho asks, trying to veer away from the conversation of Undertaker.

Collin looks between the two men. “Yes, but I must be the one to kill him. He's the reason my brother's dead.”

“Are you able to reach out to Ivan and get him here?” Jennings asks.

“Yes.”

“There are a couple of things we need when he dies.”

Rolling his eyes, Collin takes the whiskey and pours the three glasses before tossing back his. “Of course there are. What are they?”

“I need to be there,” Psycho says. “I need to see this motherfucker die. Our girl, Lex, also has a few of our members who should be there. Her husband should get some time with him before he expires, but we want it to feel like a public execution.”

He ponders this for a few moments before nodding. “That sounds reasonable. What else?”

“I need his head.”

“You need his... you need his head?”

Jennings just laughs, and Psycho nods. “We're sending a statement to Boris. He needs to know what kind of men he has working in his organization. Jennings, I need another head-sized box from you.”

“For the love of God… Wine box. It's a wine box, Psycho.”

“Why are you sending the head?” Collin asks.

“Can you think of a better way to tell the RIO to fuck all the way off?”

Tossing his head back, he laughs and pours more whiskey into his glass. “No, I can't say that I do. Boys, I think we're embarking on a new friendship.” He holds up his glass, waiting for the other two, and says, “To the death of Ivan.”

“To the death of Ivan,” both Drifters say before they clink glasses and toss back the whiskey.

“This means you are leaving the RIO as your supplier?”

“Looks like it,” Jennings says. “Hard to stay with disloyal assholes who kidnap your women.”

He nods with an almost evil smile, and Psycho can't help but like this man. He may have questionable morals, but at least he's upfront about them.

“Any chance you want to work out a deal to get your supply from me?” Collin asks. “I can come up with a proposal once we are done with Ivan.”

“Can't hurt to look over a proposal,” Jennings says and stands. “Let us know when you're set to meet Ivan, and we'll be there.”

Psycho follows him, both shaking Collin's hand before leaving. Outside, he looks at the elder President. “Guess we have options now we didn't think we had before.”

He nods. “The question is, though, do we want to get in bed with the Irish?”

“If it keeps us running while telling Boris to fuck off, why not?”

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