Page 72 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
After King goes back to the salon, the driver takes me to my destination. When I entered with no shoes, Boston, my brother, Alex and Tank didn’t even bother asking. The second I sit down, my steak and eggs are brought out. I salivate over it and dig in, not even bothering with greetings.
Boston chuckles, “Anyway. So King’s father is Turgenev’s half-brother. The one who isn’t much into the traffic life. Apparently, her mother’s side of the family has a lot of explaining to do. They are the ones who sold their daughter to the Turgenev’s in the first place in exchange for their oldest who got caught up in that life. So anyway, Czar Vasilièv is the oldest son, and from the intel I got, he loved her mother; Lora De la Saint. The De la Saints are known for the most vicious shit known to mankind in Ontario. They didn’t know about Lora being pregnant until she died when King was two. Czar tried to give it all up for her, but it didn’t end well for him or her. He got a daughter with a price on her head by her own grandparents and they killed their own daughter, because she wasn’t properly serving out the time properly. Czar named her King, which is the meaning of his name, and faked the last name Storm. His brother seems to not know much but that he had to keep King there until her 25th birthday and then she could go.”
I sit back, losing my appetite at the information I just received. “So, Stannis played me? He knew that she turned 25 and that she could leave if she wanted to. Okay…” I nod. “Okay… I’ll deal with him later. Where is Czar right now? And why is he in Vegas?”
“Vasiliév as in Czar, the man who has control over the whole of California is King’s father?” Alex asks. He whistles. “He’s a man even, I sort of admire him. I can tell you why he’s here. He’s lived in and out of Vegas for years. Met the man twice. He’s as humble as they come. I wonder why he left her there?”
“I wonder why too since he’s such a stand-up guy.” I sneer, curling my lip in disgust. “Somebody bring him to me.” I command. I’m not sure how I should feel. I’m hearing different things. A different side to what I thought went down. I’ve never really been curious about King’s mother’s family because I thought she was a simple whore working there, but she’s a De la Saint. This changes everything. Those fucking bastards wanted her dead? They’ve never been an actual threat to me, but now, they’re officially my enemy. Any enemy of my wife is an enemy of mine.
“Say please.” Alex teases. I roll my eyes at him and he chuckles. He signals one of his men and they get to work. “Hey,” Alex snaps at one of them. “Don’t drag him out like he’s a criminal. Respect the man and bring him to me like you would a man of his stature. He’s a god amongst men in California, but he has no pull or say in Ontario. The De la Saints are vicious, even I know that. Tell him from one Turkish mafia boss to a Bratva boss, I welcome him in my home. He’ll get it.”
The guy he was talking to nods and walks away.
“Should’ve dragged him here.” I sneer.
“Yeah? And will you be here when I have an entire turf war instead of a simple union of two syndicates that are not known for getting along? Think big, Ciro. Think expansion.” Alex sips his drink.
I pick mine up and tip it to him. “I’ll think expansion if he doesn’t fuck around and upset my wife. He better have an excellent reason to turn her into a whore.” Instead of sipping, I knock back my drink.
“Technically, he didn’t turn her into a whore.” Boston clarifies.
“Wrong place, wrong time, Bos.” I grit my teeth.
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