doesn't stand out to me anymore. Stanislav is the older brother. He is the don. I

tely. In particular, the way his mouth turns down at the c

eating him

cally, trying and failing to keep the bitterness from

n me. "It takes more than

ull up at the back entrance of The Siren, the Bratva-o

meeting?" I ask, c

Maggadino and his sons. Ga

g up a little straighter and turning t

me," Stanislav says, glancing out the window. "Dragn

e drug shipment from the Antonio cartel he

a little but he keeps looking ou

ep quiet. I ignore him. I'm s

reward that disloyalty by including him in a meeting? At the very least, he shoul

That would humilia

fucking poi

not just about throwing your weight and watching the ants scatter to the wind, Artem.

iations of thi

takes everything I ha

're going to look the other way

en in a long time. That fire, that fury-that is what has allowed

e me for a

know it, Budimir knows it. Hell, the driver in the front seat

chest, but I bite it ba

"I don't ask questions for the sake of hearing

as tight as I can. "I take y

nods. "As i

ange Rover and into the

s the ceiling. Bodies grind together on the danceflo

f the Bratva men on security detail leads us down

e place. No doubt the other Family heads are al

the door for us, Father holds up

rests a wrinkled ol

onfusion. "W

his face, the one I'

oming in," he

nk. "

ing hand on my shoulde

turn back to my father. "W

," my father repeats. "Not

ous to speak. He looks i

more and walks thro

he hallway, with rage

S

EL-LOS ANGEL

! The fun h

ra bounces into my hotel suite at

a black leather mini skirt and an oversized white linen blouse that ha

ic Ta

ly once she regis

a little. "Is that the welcome

nk you're my favori

t of all, duh. And secondly, um, yeah, this is most definitely not the welcome you give yo

mara is definitely a good time and I love when we get to

ppened just befor

ip cooped up in the hotel room. Still

for. To my surprise, even when I try to pull away

a?" she asks as

Tamara to get all ser

h a shrug, even though

ops low. "Has he

father's name for me to k

e anyways. "W

ise along my jaw tenderly with her fi

l about the slap. "

he large, trendy leather bag she's carrying. Her blonde highli

or air, she's got a

u doing?" I

na fix y

rgue. "You can barely

don't want that thing exposed wh

bubble, but we won't be hitting anythi

ts pulling out a range of diff

sn't know wo

mar

get stabbed in the eye with mas

he white sofa facing the windo

her do what she wants to.

mlessly as I stare o

ge and be quiet, little bird. Sit and smile. It does

! Where's your

," I mumble. "How about we head to the spa n

ags and head down to the spa wi

got a pair of tattoos on his face, which contribute to how dangerous he looks