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His words produced the wave of guilt he intended. “That’s where she is safest,” I replied in an icy tone that told him I wasn’t having this conversation with him right now.
Suddenly there was a commotion and the front door of the club flew open and the sound of my two guards brandishing their guns tore through the air. I pushed away from the table and went to the railing to look down at the unfolding scene below to see the guns aimed at none other than Dmitry Voronov.
I smiled because I knew exactly why he was here. “I’ll call you back Maxim.” I ended the call and shoved the phone in my jacket pocket. “Dmitry,Club Omenis not yet open, so you’ll need to come back later. Dressed much sharper than you are now.”
His eyes blazed up at me, filled with fury and hatred.
My smile grew in response.
“I wouldn’t come to this shit club even if you paid me.” He spat on the floor to punctuate his point. “You’ve crossed the line Romanov.”
My brows shot up in surprise. “I was unaware that there was a line anymore.”
His brows dipped. “You went too far.”
“Interesting.” I turned away from him and made my way down the iron steps that led to the dance floor and the first floor bar, walking deliberately slowly until only a few feet separated us. “Your men pulled their signature move only it didn’t work out as well as it did with my brother.”
At the mention of Boris, his gaze widened.
“You didn’t think I would figure out that those assholes were sent by you? Had been following us?” His face paled. “You mess with what’s important to me and I’ll return that shit, Dmitry. Don’t ever fucking forget that.”
“Carla is terrified now and demanding to move,” he scrubbed a hand down his face. “A fucking pinky finger?”
I smiled. “I thought it was a nice touch. I had considered leaving a head. I even considering take your son’s head so you should be thanking me.”
His gaze narrowed. “You are an animal.”
“Wrong. You assumed that I wouldn’t sink as low as you would and that was your biggest mistake.”
“You didn’t kill my son,” he sighed. “Why?”
I smiled. “Yet, Dmitry. I didn’t kill himyet.”
His expression morphed back into anger. “I won’t let you get to him.”
“You will try. And you will fail. But what will it cost you before you’ve realized you lost?”
“I have lost nothing but a few men,” he snarled, taking a step forward so we were now toe to toe.
“Are you so sure about that?” I flashed a smug smile knowing what I have already done and what I am about to do.
“Absolutely.”
Idiot.“Then why are you here Dmitry, other than to let me know that I hurt your whore’s feelings?”
He swung on me but luckily, he was twenty years older and a hell of a lot slower, which meant I spotted the punch from a mile away. “You have no respect,” he growled when his punch missed its mark.
My fist shot up and into his side while my left hand wrapped around his neck. “You are right about that. I do not respect you or your old ways of doing things. I will not bow down and let you come after me without repercussions. Your men and your whore? They are just the beginning.” I applied more pressure before I shoved him away. “Now get the fuck out of my club before I put a bullet in your head.”
“You will regret this.”
I flashed another grin. “You on the other hand won’t live long enough to regret any of this.” I held up my hand in the shape of a gun aimed at his forehead. “Soon, Dmitry. Very fucking soon.”
It was a little dramatic, but it got my point across clearly.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
April
