Page 3 of Kidnapped Bratva Virgin

“Yes?”

“I think I just got the best news of the year for us,” he issues with a thick accent and a deep chuckle, easing all six foot five of himself into the chair in front of my desk. Nothing is out of order. I’m a strategic man of order right down from my Parker pens to my envelopes. I’ve had to be, and it’s these methods that have put me in good stead, bringing in millions of cash reserves for the brotherhood.

Sipping the elixir of fire, I let the smooth bite hit my throat as I smile back in amusement at Viktor. “Do I need to pour up another?”

“I think you’re going to want to.” He grins, standing up and joining me at the bar as I pour him one. “Finally, that old bastard Jackson Knight has passed away. He’s been sick for years, holding on for too long, in my opinion.”

I’m not ready to celebrate yet, but it seems one of my chess pieces has already been slotted into place. “How did you find out?”

“I have a connection at the hospice hospital. A sweet little nurse. Catch my drift?” Viktor winks and I nod. In other words, he’s been fucking her for information. Why not? It’s hurting no one and helps us. Viktor’s not a complete eyesore, and his height, coupled with a rugged physique and square shoulders normally hits the mark. We are opposites in many ways. He has dark hair and olive eyes with pale Russian skin. Zero tattoos, and very clean cut to the outside. It’s a good camouflage if need be in one regard. At six foot three, I’m no slouch, but more compact, covered in tattoos from the neck down, inheriting the dirty-blond hair and ice-blue eyes of my father.

“Yes. I catch it. How long have you been doing her?”

Viktor knocks back his drink. “You know this. Long enough to get her to pillow talk about Jackson. She said he was an exemplary patient, but his heart was giving out. Shame it gave out last night.”

“Good, good.” A spark of electricity whips through my system when I think about what it means for us.

“It sure is. We can go after it now with a clear run.”

Sipping my whisky carefully, I nod. “Yes. Raven’s Peak is ours. He doesn’t have any children either. This is our chance.” The thought of owning Raven’s Peak makes my dick hard, and it’s as good a chance at redemption as any from the botched heist my father put us through. The more distance I can put between “that untimely incident” and me, the better. I’m nothing like my father, and nor do I want to be.

“Nope. None and I’ve triple-checked. This means there’s going to be an auction, and all we have to do is wait to buy it.”

“No. There’s not going to be any waiting.”

“Are you going to rig the auction?”

Tilting my head, I pour myself another whisky, desperate to get my hands on the lucrative goldmine. “Rig? No… I’m going to find out when it is. We have money, there’s no need for the rigging. Who will outbid us? They won’t be able to keep up!” I snicker as Viktor nods, raising his glass.

“No. They won’t. Wisconsin, here we come. I hear it’s a cold bitch up there.”

“No colder than Chicago in winter.”

“Bullshit, Boss.”

“Okay, maybe a little,” I banter, in a feel-good mood from the news. “Do you know what this means?”

“More money. And plenty of it. That place is a lithium gold mine. That’s why Jackson was holding on to it so tightly.” Viktor rubs his fingers together, his white teeth gleaming.

“Right, and with our networks from the acquisition of the Omerta Files we can quadruple our income over the next thirty years, bringing me and the Bratva more leverage and power. We will be the go-to for energy storage, powering electric vehicles, batteries, and managing the global reserves for lithium. Given that Raven’s Peak is a hub, we can ask for more. Every country will want to come through us, and we can charge a hefty premium.”

And I can redeem my family name. Not even Ruslan or Andrei can rival this deal. I never miss. “No. Correction, Boss. We willmakethem come through us.”

“It will be a no-brainer. The door to partnerships in the tech world will put us on top. Whenever people speak about lithium, my name will be the one they say. Tesla comes to mind.”

Viktor crosses his arms over his chest, a satisfied smirk popping up. “Tesla. Aerospace—we’re talking rockets to the moon. Military defense, you name it; we will have our names on it.”

Viktor’s got the same glint in his eye that I’ve had for the last five years waiting for the old man to croak. “Aren’t you glad you stuck it out with me?” A cocky sneer rides over my face, but I know the job isn’t done yet.

“I’ve always known.”

“Smart man. Everyone will forget about that dumb bank heist.”

“They will. It’s already a thing of the past. You never miss, Dimitri.”

“I don’t, but we can’t celebrate fully until we have that deed in my hot hands. I want it,” I grit out, my heart riding on its own powerful beat inside my chest.

“Of course. It’s not just about making us money either. By extracting the lithium ourselves we cut out middlemen. Don’t forget about the border either,” Viktor replies, his eyes narrowing.

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