Unprotected with the Mob Boss: A Dark Mafia Romance (Alekseiev Bratva) Fox, Nicole (best chinese ebook reader .TXT) š
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I know how this story will go. The fact that it was accidental wonāt matter. Iāve seen how easily prosecutors can twist a story. They wonāt just convince a jury that Iām a remorseless cold-blooded killer who planned to go to the same nightclub Jeffrey mentioned in the trial and followed him out to the back of the clubātheyāll spin the story to the media and the city will eat it up.
Itād be nice to believe the justice system will treat me fairly, but I saw today that the law isnāt based on factsāitās based on who can tell the best story.
And the best, most sensational story will be that the police chiefās daughter is a vigilante that took justice too far.
It will stain my fatherās career and the city government will force him to step down in order to save face. Even if itās proven to be accidental, the fact that I killed a man will always haunt both of our lives.
Jeffrey is silent, facedown on the asphalt. His hands that were clenched into fists slowly unfurl. I crouch down next to him again. He doesnāt try to hit me. I touch his arm. Nothing.
Shit.
I push him onto his back and start to do chest compressions.
Heās not dead yet and I canāt let him die.
This isnāt justice. This isnāt what I wanted at all.
4
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The parking lot of Black Glacier is nearly empty.
When Daniil Trofimov approaches me, his size looks like an illusion. Heās large enough to make the few cars he passes resemble those toy cars that kids use.
āHey, boss.ā Daniil stops a couple of feet in front of me, cracking each one of his knuckles. His eyes sweep the parking lot. Heās a great lieutenant, but itās mostly because his size intimidates everyone and he can lead soldiers to do what I need, which is invaluable. āSorry to bother you, but I figured youād wanna know.
No kidding, Iād āwanna know.ā The phone call brought me halfway across the city immediately, as few things can that arenāt directly business related.
āYouāre certain itās the chiefās daughter?ā I ask. He nods. The song from the nightclub changes to something louder, the bass pulsing like a heartbeat.
āWhat has she been doing since you called?ā
āShe danced with her friend and then sat at the bar. When I walked out here, she was still at the bar.ā
āHer father must have sent her.ā I rub my hand over my throat.
I can only guess at the game that the police chief is playing with me here. Sending his own daughter in to scout me? Thereās a certain kind of twisted logic in it, I suppose. Sheās young enough that she could fit in and he wouldnāt know that weāve researched him enough to know what she looks like.
Itās a fucking fishing expedition. Theyāre hoping to find a connection between my nightclub and the Bratva to nail my ass to the wall.
āDo you want me to handle it?ā Daniil asks.
āItās an insult,ā I say.
āIām sorry, sirāā
āNot you,ā I cut him off. āThe police. They think that they can just send a young woman to act as a lure and weāll make a mistake just because sheās got tits. The cops in this city are turning to shit if they thought that would work.ā
āDo you want me to deal with her?ā he asks.
āNo.ā
āSir, I know the pigs are shit.ā He starts cracking his knuckles again. āBut you know that youāve grown your business large enough that it hides everything else. Youāve done better for us than any other boss. The police wouldnāt be suspicious of you at all if it werenāt for what your mother did.ā
I stare at Daniil. He exhales hard enough that it sounds like heās choking before he takes a half-step back, eyes wide with something akin to fear.
āI meanāI didnāt mean it like that all. I donāt think your mother did anything wrong. Your mother was a wonderful woman. I only meant that if it ā¦ I meant that itās not your fault that the police are suspicious. If everything had started with you, they wouldnāt be suspicious at all. Iām sorry, sir. I didnāt mean anything by that. Please, sir.ā
I roll my wrist. Thereās nobody around. Heās a large man, but he has a weak left knee and limited fighting experience. Heās used to fighting with a gun. I know he keeps his gun in a holster on his right side, but even if he made the poor decision to try to kill me, Iām close enough to disarm him and use the gun against him. I could claim self-defense. I could just walk away and the rest of the Bratva would clean up the mess for me. The police would never know. Not even Allison Harrington would know about it.
āLeave,ā I order.
He moves faster than Iāve ever seen any full-grown man move. I head toward the nightclub.
The police chiefās daughter is waiting.
* * *
Jonathan sets the whiskey down in front of me. I hand him a twenty-dollar tip. He murmurs his gratitude before walking away. Iāve only seen him a few times, since I rarely come into Black Glacier, but heās good enough at his job and he has the common sense to not draw attention toward me, which makes him preferable to most of the other bartenders.
Allison Harrington is about twenty feet away. Sheās directly in my line of view when I look straight ahead. Sheās different from the photo we got from one of the soldiers. In the photo, she was nearly five years younger and she was heading somewhere with a layer of makeup that made her look like an echo of every other teenager. She was pretty, but in a way that anyone else could be pretty.
Now, sheās not wearing any makeup
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