We step inside and see a handful of byki, some torpedoes, which are hitman, and my uncle.
“We can begin,” my father says, chuckling a little bit when he sees my face smeared with blood.
“What’s this all about?” My uncle asks. Uncle Anton. Sometimes a bit of a loose cannon, more so than me. I fight, I make men bleed, but I can reign it in when I need to.
“We’re moving to an international operation,” my father begins.
“What does that mean?” Tim asks.
“It means that the men in this room are going to be the first Bratva sector in the United States. Anton answers to me, but he’s in charge. He will set up his chain of command,” my father commands the room.
“And are we still working with girls?” My Uncle asks.
“Topside we will be a lounge, offering the finest Russian women, underground, we will have a casino, invite-only. Ivan can still have his fights,” my father chuckles and Tim snorts, “betting is addictive and there are powerful men that will spend money to be doing it in the best of places. I’ve bought a high rise and had someone go over and assign rooms. Once we’re up and running you can find your own places to live. Remember you are Bratva, act accordingly. Get the lay of the land, open up shop. Let people know the Russians are in town but try not to cause a bloodbath,” my father looks at me.
“I’ll try,” I roll my eyes, and everyone laughs. One of the reasons my father has loyal followers is that he comes across as a human, using wit to get his point across. Though he can be more lethal than me when he needs to be.
“You guys have a few days to get your things in order. There is a container at the yard that will be shipped, fill it with what you won’t need until you get there. Ivan, stay,” he dismisses everyone as I flop down in a seat across from him and he sighs.
“I’m not going to fuck this up for you,” I tell him.
“I know. But I kind of need you to dress the part,” he rubs his hand across his face.
“Oh, you mean suit up,” I reply.
“Please?”
“Fine. I’ll get Tim to go help me pick out only the best,” I give in. Some people think we hate each other, but I respect and love my father. If he asks me to do something I will do it. I would follow him to the ends of the earth, even give my own life for him. He’s been the best man I know for my whole life.
“Thank you. You don’t have to wear them all the time, just sometimes. I know it’s not your style,” he replies.
“Thank you,” I stand and give him a hug. Yeah, we hug. Don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you.
“I’ll call Dimitri and tell him you’re coming,” my father picks up the phone and I step out to find Tim waiting for me.
“Well?”
“He wants you to take me suit shopping,” I state and Tim starts laughing.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. He understands that I don’t like them, but I have to look the part,” I retort, “and he is calling Dimitri right now.”
“Let’s go get you suits then,” he is taking too much glee in this I want to punch him. But I won’t, only because this means a lot to my father.
“Wait, do you even know where in the United States we’re going?”
“Ohio,” Tim says as he gets back in the waiting car.
“What’s in Ohio?”
“No idea, but we’re about to find out,” Tim shrugs.
Yeah, guess we are.
Two
Adelina
