Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Is that all?” Bogdan asked.
“Yes. Come on, fuck, I told you what you needed to hear.”
Bogdan looked at the rats, and he waited. “But you didn’t come to me, or to the Galkin Bratva. You had a choice, and this is what you chose.” And with that, he turned his back on the screaming man and stepped out into the mid-morning sun.
Pulling out his cell phone, he stepped away and dialed his wife. It took a couple of rings before she answered.
“Hello,” she said, sounding a little breathless.
“How are things?” he asked.
“Really good. Will you be home by five?” she asked.
Anastasia had told him she wanted to cook dinner for them. He couldn’t argue with her, so he had purchased all the necessary ingredients she was going to need.
“Yes, I will be home on time.”
She let out a giggle. “Don’t be late.”
With that, she hung up.
Glancing down at the time, he saw it was a little after one. He did a brief calculation in his head and knew if he left at four, he’d make it home in time for dinner.
Until then, he was going to allow the rats to have their fun, and when four came, he’d shoot the bounty hunter and get the cleaning crew to take care of the rest.
No one was going to hurt his woman.
They were going to answer to him, and now he needed to make sure a message was unleashed. Anyone who came after Anastasia Evanoff would answer to her husband. It was time for the monster to be unleashed.
Chapter Eight
The nightclub was humming with activity. Anastasia looked down at the crowded dance floor, and part of her wished she was there enjoying the night.
“Don’t you ever want to go down and join in?” she asked.
“No.”
She spun toward her husband who was currently looking over some paperwork. She didn’t know completely what he did, but over the past couple of days he’d been busier than usual.
Moving toward his desk, she put her hands on top. “Why own a nightclub if you don’t wish to reap the rewards?” she asked.
He put down his paperwork and sat back, staring at her. “And what rewards would those be?”
“You could be having fun and dancing down there.” She pointed in the direction of the windows. “Do you need to keep doing all this work?”
She didn’t mind him working, at least through the day, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted his attention.
Bogdan stared at her and she tried to smile at him.
“A nightclub is a good investment. This place is always thriving, and it allows for a lot of business deals to go down.”
She blew out a breath. “You’re no fun.” She stepped away from the desk and moved toward the window.
Staring down at the dance floor, she wondered what it would like to be … normal. To not have a dad in the Italian mafia, or a husband as a member of the Galkin Bratva.
She let out a gasp as Bogdan was suddenly at her back and kissing her neck. “I do not like when my wife is displeased,” he said.
“I’m not displeased, I just … I miss you.” She sunk back against him. “I know you’re busy.”
“Are you trying to tell me you like my company?” he asked.
She sighed and then turned in his arms, leaning against the window. “Yeah, I do.”
He smiled.
“You find it funny?” she asked.
“No, I like it. It is rare to find someone who wants my company.”
“Well, I guess I’m a sucker then.” She sighed, then placed her arms around his neck. “You’re working so hard lately.”
“There is a lot to do.”
She took a deep breath. “Is this about my father?” she asked.
Anastasia had started to notice in the past week that Bogdan was different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but it was like he was … harder. There was a new cruelty in his eyes. The other night, she had noticed he came home with blood on his shirt. He didn’t linger long, and he went and changed it. When she went to do the laundry, that shirt was nowhere to be found.
He got random calls throughout the night, and he kept leaving her at the apartment as well, more often than not. She was shocked he had even invited her to the club.
“Part of it is to do with your father.”
“It is?” she asked. She had hoped her father would just leave her alone. After all, he was the one who married her off.
Bogdan put his hands at her neck and pulled her in close. She knew this was serious. Something in her gut told her so.
“He’s trying to find ways to kill you,” Bogdan said.
She wasn’t surprised. With everything she had been told, the man was desperate. Did she want to be talking about her father right this second? No, he was the last person she wanted to even think about. She had no idea why it mattered to her, but she pulled back just enough to be able to look up at him and smile. “Tell me about your parents.”