“The only thing you should be interested in are the profits we’re going to make.”
It’s a successful carrot dangling in front of him. “Oh, believe me, Andrey, all I’ve been dreaming of for weeks is profit.” He cackles as he helps himself to another cigar. “Leave it to me. I’ll have the route cleared for you, no questions asked. We’ll talk again soon.”
After Luca leaves, Shura joins me for a cigar and a glass of whiskey. “Did he pry?”
“Of course; it’s Luca. But I managed to divert him. He’ll clear route seven.”
I decided early on that we needed a contingency plan on the off chance things went south and an all-out Bratva war breaks out. It’s the first time I’ve ever had to have one.
Then again—save for Maria—this is the first time I’ve had something to lose.
“Any word from the Brigadier
