Page 151 of Stabby Little

"We appreciate your assistance.” Constantine steps back. “This is the last time, I swear."

Gianluca approaches the man standing next to Nikolai. "How's Rowan, Igor?"

Igor adjusts his diamond watch. "He's driving me crazy with his new kink shop he opened in Upstate New York. He wants me to model a new line of cartoon unicorn briefs. He says Daddies can wear cute underwear, too, and that my muscular body would be perfect for his shop."

Gianluca looks Igor up and down. "If anyone can pull it off, it's you."

"Constantine." An enormous behemoth of a man on the far right clenches his fists. "When are we flying? My boy's recording his new single later tonight and I promised to be there to provide moral support. He's dedicating it to me."

"This is Maxim." Constantine leads me and Jagger to this giant. "He's a former caveman who rescued his boy, Santiago, from a Russian forest near Lake Baikal in Russia last year."

"Lake Baikal." Jagger issues Maxim a nod. "I've hunted Kamchatka brown bears there."

Maxim's eyes narrow. "You'd better not shoot my fucking bear. I'll blow your goddamn head off."

"Maxim domesticated a bear to keep his pet Siberian tiger company in his cave," Benedetto explains. "He feeds it his enemies' bodies."

Jagger raises his hands in surrender. "I'd never hunt a sacred bear."

Another man steps toward us. His eyes flicker with fire. He looks batshit insane.

"I blew up the Diavolos' warehouse." He takes a swig from a silver flask. "My cousin, Nikolai, nearly stopped me. I didn't listen to his shit."

"Why?" I demand.

"When I set my mind to destroying something, I do it. I blew up a drug lord's compound in Cartagena with the press of a button once. No one—not even my cousin, Timofey, who forced me to wait until the last second—could've stopped me."

A man who I presume is Timofey growls through his teeth. "If you'd blown up Yuri Korshunov's compound earlier, you would've killed my baby boy. That's not something I'd ever allow you to do."

"This is Demetri." Constantine nods at the man with the desire to blow shit up. "He's the wild card of our group."

"We're all wildcards, sweetie." Demetri roars out an explosive growl. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but none of us are sane."

Another man—the youngest of the bunch—opens his photo app and hands me his phone. "I'm Aleksei. This is my boy, Macon. You might've seen us online."

I stare at the picture and fight the surprise that claws at my chest. I've seen this boy and his Daddy in porn.

They practice stuffy kink where Aleksei jerks Macon off with unicorn stuffies and posts the videos online for the world to see. From my knowledge, Macon's the highest-paid twink performer on Fans4Camz and I've definitely jerked off to his videos a time or two.

"I apologize in advance for beating off to your partner's online content." I stare into Aleksei's eyes. "I didn't think we'd ever meet."

"Don't worry about it." Aleksei slides his phone into his back pocket. "Macon and I have a way of doing that to people. You wouldn't be the first."

My eyes lock on the eight Antonov clan members. I study each one, determining whether they'll assist me. If Constantine's wrong and they fuck me over, Ollie will die. There's no way around it.

I step forward. "I need your assistance. My son's best friend, Ollie, has been kidnapped again and I can't find him alone."

Demetri pulls out his phone. “Do you think he's with Michael Diavolo?"

"Yes." Jagger walks to my side. "Michael's searched for him ever since he broke out of his warehouse. If anyone organized his kidnapping, it was Michael."

Demetri opens an app on his phone. "Timofey and I registered Michael's limousine's VIN in our surveillance app to track his location in real-time."

I rush toward Demetri. "Show me."

Demetri taps something on his screen. When he turns his phone around, I spot a tiny red dot parked at a house in Queens.

It's the same house where I interrogated Kobe Bailey.

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