“He isn’t offering us only profit—he’s offering us territory. Prestige. We’ll have increased drug distribution to expand our market. In addition,” he says, “Slavik will give us license to bring back the flesh brothels that brought us to power in the first place.”
Flesh brothels? I have to grit my teeth to keep the angry growl at bay.
“It is a generous offer,” Krueger states, as though the matter is already decided.
I lean in a little closer, trying to read the atmosphere in the room. At first, there had been an air of excitement and interest. But now?
I can smell the doubt circling in the air. The longer the silence stretches, the quicker it turns to fear.
“What say you, my brothers?” Kruger asks, raising his arms towards the throng of men.
For a moment, no one says a word. Then a ma
