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VIKTOR
I don’t feelanything anymore. Joy, love, fear, and definitely not mercy.
It’s a product of the life I’ve chosen. As a thirty-eight-year-old mob boss, I’ve done things most men couldn’t imagine. Things they find “cool” in gangster TV shows and dramas.
Most men are wimps. Products of “civilized” society. No testosterone, no balls, and damn sure no ambition. They sit in their bedrooms donating their money to online girls who fake interest in them.
Me, I’ve built a kingdom on bones and blood—the corpses of men who thought they could get in my way. You want something in life, you’ve gotta take it. And I’ve taken.
But now sitting here in my penthouse overlooking Billionaire’s Row in New York City, I’m bored.
Countless half-naked women dance around me, swinging bottles of champagne, white powder under their noses, kicking up their expensive heels at my men, who cheer them on.
Just another cold, soulless display of my power. My wealth.
Imade this happen.Ibuilt this. AndI’mthe reason I’m falling apart from the inside.
Anton, my number one, walks over to my chair, waits respectfully, then speaks.
“It’s Seth Rossi again. He can’t cover this week’s interest.”
Of course he can’t. Men like Seth disgust me.
They think they can gamble, blow their salary on women and drugs, and then come to men like me to bail them out. They pray to saints whose names they can’t remember and swear to the Lord that they’re good men.
But in this city,I’m the Lord, and forgiveness is not in my nature.
Anton clears his throat. “He came with…collateral.”
Collateral can mean anything. Watches, cars, titles to homes. But I can see by the look in Anton’s eyes that this is different.
“What kind?”
He pauses. “His daughter.”
I freeze, staring at my number one like he’s lost his mind.
“Did I hear you right?” I growl. “This sick bastard broughthis daughteras collateral on his debt?”
Anton can see the anger rising in my eyes. Even a few of my men across the room hear the threat in my voice and glance over.
“I told him you wouldn’t be interested, but then I saw her, and…”
His voice trails off, and he averts his eyes. My blood’s starting to boil.
“Andwhat!?”I snap, pounding my fist on the desk, sending my whiskey to the floor.
He takes a breath. Anton’s an ice-cold killer who’s served me loyally for years. The only man on Earth who can scare him is me.
But Anton knows why I’m angry. I’m a mean bastard, but I have one rule I made long ago:
No kids and no women.
“This son of a bitch,” I growl, shaking my head. I stand. “Bring him into my office.”
Anton nods as I thread through the drunken bodies to the large, dark double doors that lead into my private domain.
