Casey’s POV.
“Ok, so we have had reports that some of Maxim’s associates are wanting a sit down with us.” My mom tells us from the head of the conference table.
It has been a week since Maxim met his delicious end and his body was sent to one of his contacts with a warning to never go after the Ivanov Bratva, the Cosa Nostra, or the Irish Mafia again. So now it is safe to say they are shaking in their little boots.
Big men, big egos, but with microscopic d***s. I always believed that the more noise you make, the more you are compensating for smaller things. That is why my family and that of the Bratva and, of course, the Irish don’t make a lot of noise, but I know when we do, it means it’s about to go off big time.
“I say let them worry. They will deny all involvement with Maxim and
