Stolen by the Mob Boss : A Russian Mafia Romance (Bratva Hitman) by Nicole Fox (classic fiction TXT) 📗

know. I want to be grateful for that, but I’m far too angry. And now, add worry for Nana to that list.

“Relax,” he sighs. “Konstantin doesn’t want anything to do with the old bitch. He’s only interested in you. Only has eyes for you, he said. What’s so special about you, Lucy?”

“We have a history.”

“Ex-girlfriend or something?”

“Something,” I mutter. I’d rather not go into detail with this son of a bitch. Not when I’m caught in a trap I can’t escape from. Konstantin has me. He has eyes on Nana. He probably even knows where Roman is.

We were so stupid to think that we’d do this without setting off some kind of alerts. Someone as powerful as Konstantin must have people all over the city keeping an ear to the street, listening for possible threats. And with the two of us preparing to take out one of the Bratva’s biggest members, someone was bound to find out.

Shit.

I really thought that after all these years, I’d finally have the revenge I deserve, but it could never be this easy. And now it’s all going to be over soon. Konstantin will probably kill me, and when he’s done with that, he’ll go after Roman, then Nana. No one will be left to stop him. I feel tears sting my eyes, but I squeeze them shut.

I’m not going to go out like that, sobbing in the back seat of some shady police officer’s cruiser. No, I have to think. I have to plan. If Konstantin wants to kill me, he’s going to have to break a sweat. He won’t take me out as easily as he did Mom and Dad.

Fuck that.

Chapter Sixteen

Roman

A sense of calm takes over as I drive. During times like these, I find myself zoning out. It’s a break from the endless plotting I do on a daily basis. I don’t feel stress. I don’t feel anything. Just the lack of thought. The emptiness. I don’t need to worry anymore. Lucy is out of the picture. She’ll hate me, but she’ll be safe. All that’s left to do is kill Konstantin and put this shit behind me.

I take the scenic route, looking at the city. This place is a lot different than home. Back in Russia, we lived far away from the main town. We didn’t have to deal with traffic, shouting civilians, or homeless people. We had all of that, of course, but it wasn’t so in your face. Here, this place is a shit show. It’s a nightmare.

I’ve made the city a home, but if everything burned down and I had to relocate, I’d be fine with that. Nobody cares where I go. Nobody except Mr. X, that is. I doubt he’d be pleased if I suddenly moved away. Not that I would run the risk. He holds what I did to my uncles over my head all the time. Part of me fantasizes about offing him.

I could get rid of him and solve the problem of being his professional bitch. Without him around, I wouldn’t have to answer to anyone or be exclusively tied to just one man. I know people all over this city want to work with me.

I’ve been approached by everyone and their dog. It doesn’t matter how or why, but people know about my reputation. They run when they see me coming, whether it be away from me or towards me. But when they find out who I work for, they always show their disappointment.

I’ve had people offer seven figures for an assignment before, and I’ve had to turn it down. That kind of money could change a person’s life, and here I am, spitting in their face. Telling them their money’s no good. That I don’t want to be set for life. It’s fucking ridiculous.

Maybe I’ll change my rates once I get done with Konstantin. I’ll head back to Mr. X’s spot and tell him the prices have gone up. After all, I’ve have just taken out a major annoyance for him. I’ll have some leverage. Whether he sees it that way is another story entirely.

I glance at the fuel light and realize I need to fill up soon.

The detour is quick, and I pull into a gas station not too far away. I climb out and make my way up front to the cashier. Slapping a fifty on the table, I give him the number of the pump station I’m at, then go looking for something to eat. Nothing here is appetizing, but I settle for a bag of chips and a hot dog.

The teenage cashier scans my items, his flitting gaze falling on me a few times. He looks intimidated. Good. When I pay for the food, I grab it before he can ask if I’d like a bag or not. I stop outside by the gas pump to take a bite of the hot dog. It’s nowhere near as satisfying as I want it to be, but it’ll work.

I start to fill up the tank when I get a call. I dig my phone out of my pocket. The phone number is unfamiliar. No one but Mr. X and a few close acquaintances, like the one I hired to watch Lucy’s grandmother, have this number.

“Hello?” I answer cautiously.

“Hello, Roman.”

“Who the fuck is this?”

“You know who it is. The man you’ve been spending the last few weeks following.”

There’s no way in hell Abram Konstantin got my phone number. I don’t even know how that would be possible. “What are you talking about?”

“Cut the shit,” he says. “You know what I’m talking about. Mr. X sent you to kill me. I’m not particularly interested in seeing that play out. That’s why I have your girlfriend.”

“What?”

“Lucy Walker. Right now, she’s being transported to my warehouse. She’s going to be fun to have around while we wait for you. You’d better hurry up and get to me before I get bored of her. When I get bored of my toys, I have a