“Except you don’t negotiate with a king,” I growl. “You take what he gives you and then you thank him for not chopping your balls off instead. These fuckwits are small-time and they were lucky they had a good idea. But if they think I’m going fifty-fifty on a deal like this, they don’t know the Bratva all that well.”
I think for a second. “Tell them that we were going to offer seventy-thirty. But after this irritating little display of insolence, they’re lucky I’m giving eighty-twenty.”
“They are super-duper not gonna like that, chief.”
“They can either learn to like it or disappear from my city. Their choice.”
Demyan nods. “Got it, boss.” He knows how I get when I’m in these kinds of moods. No mercy for anyone. “Your phone is ringing.”
I glance towards my cell vibrating on the edge o
