Chapter Five
Maksim
I don’t leave my house much. After the past assassination attempts on my life and the amount of people I piss off in a day, I would be a walking target. A human target with a heartbeat.
Even though a lot of the people I run into don’t think I have a heart. Who gives a fuck what they think anyways. They are just stupid.
Today is one of those days I need to step out of my house and look at some shit before Sergei thinks he can mess it up. After the end of the phone call with Ivanovich, I know Sergei’s going to strike and we have to be ready for when he does.
“Boss, where are we headed?” Horris and Chester are standing right behind me as soon as my hand is on the door to get out of my house.
“I’m going out.”
For the past four years, I have had Horris and Chester be mybyki (bodyguard) and it has worked out in my favor. Four years ago, a botched attempt on my life was taken by another rival bratva family who didn’t like that we took over their prostitution ring. In our defense, I didn’t like how they were so close to our borders. Those mother fuckers should have realized the score when we gave them ample warnings to move.
And by ample warnings, I mean polite conversations which ended in several fights.
The Carlo Bratva actually put a bomb under my car and I wasthisclose to being in it when it went off.
Ever since then, I have had Horris and Chester.
“Boss, might I remind you-” Chester begins but I cut him off.
“Might I remind you who is thepahkanand who isn’t. I’m going out. I’ll be back in a few hours.”
I don’t leave any other room for arguments.
One of the hardest parts about being under scrutiny and the public eye so much is the fact I don’t have any privacy.
Plus, I need some time to figure out how far I want to push this shit with Sergei. He’s fucking with the wrongpahkanand I’m about to start finish this in a major way. I don’t play to be second. I play to win.
I climb into my Land Rover and start the engine. I’m eager to have some alone time.
Fuck it. Maybe I just need to get laid. That’s probably what’s got me all hard up.
My mind flickers back to that gorgeous dark haired woman who belongs to a man I’m about to bury. The woman is absolutely stunning in a girl-next-door type of way. Her luscious tits were straining against the confines of her bra and dress she was wearing in the pictures. I bet she looks just as tasty naked as she does in the fully clothed photos.
My dick jumps in my pants at the thought of her. I would love to lay her down on a bed and make her call medaddy.
Fuck!
I shake my head, driving my car towards the coast. A few years ago, one of thebaklany(punks) thought they were hot shit and picked a fight with me. Too bad for them, I took everything including their lake house on the coast. My new home is already paid for and absolutely stunning.
The best part about the home is the fact it is not listed under my government name. I know the government has been trying to figure out how I make my money for may years, but hasn’t been able to figure it out until now.
In the darkness of night, I see headlights that are getting closer and closer to me. They are flashing on and off as if they are trying to tell me something. I know my car is in perfect shape, so it isn’t that. I have no idea why they would be trying to signal me to stop.
Then it hits me.
Are you serious? Sergei?
The blunt pressure and violent push of the truck running into the back of my Land Rover has me wanting to kill someone as soon as possible.
“What the fuck?” I growl under my breath and try to speed away from the truck behind me. The truck speeds up to follow me and hits me again. This time harder than before.
With a sudden jerk, my Land Rover flies forward and into the guardrail with athud.I’m livid. The loud metal clashing with metal is haunting and making my skin crawl.
I reach into my middle console to grab my gun but the tires from the other vehicle are screeching away. My eyes watch where it goes to find it later.
Retaliation will have to be dealt with appropriately. This is some bull shit.
There are lights behind me lighting up the accident of my sexy new car. I’m pissed as fuck I have only had it for a matter of a month or two before this started. I recognize the car from here and known it’s Horris and Chester.
Sergei wants war, he’s going to get it.
