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his knee, he reached over for his cigarette and waved his hand to quiet the men.
     
    “Enough, enough,” he said, taking a drag. The smoke billowed up into a hazy cloud above him. “This is what we will do.” His deep, baritone growl grew deeper. “Have Yuri call the dealer back and tell him that we will cut his percentage. I don’t want him running this deal. It’s too important, and he is less than reliable.”
     
    “Then, who will run it?” one of his men asked as they sat around a small meeting table in front of their computer.
     
    “We will,” Anatoly answered. “We’ll send one of our men with him to facilitate. It’s not rocket science, but it’s starting to cost like it. I want more returns and fewer expenses. It’s our product. So, it’s our way or no way.”
     
    “We’ll choose someone from Memphis,” another man said. “It’s too risky to trust anyone else. This is the last shipment, boss. If we can get rid of it properly, then we don’t have to worry about the guns being traced back to us at any point.”
     
    “Don’t you think that I know that? After all that I did, myself , to get this shipment, I won’t allow anyone to screw it up.” Anatoly put down his paper and pen and pulled the laptop closer to him. “Did you find Donovan?”
     
    “ Da , he was holed up in Chicago. We brought him back kicking and screaming. He was in basement of his mother’s church.”

<“We’llSTIFY" height="18" width="0"> “Good. Keep him alive until I get back. I want to see his eyes fade for his deceit,” Anatoly steamed. “He’s cost us millions up there talking to the pigs.”
     
    “Will do, boss.”
     
    “Anything else?” Anatoly asked.
     
    “No,” his men answered collectively.
     
    “Good. Goodnight, gentlemen,” Anatoly said, closing his laptop.
     
    As he rested back on the couch, the background noise of the television in the other room clouded his thoughts along with his men talking among themselves about Gabriel. However, he could still see his sister’s face and his mother’s casket flashing every time that he closed his eyes.
     
    Fortunately, he was now past tears or hurt. Instead, anger had filled his heart, anger at his family for being callous and anger at Gabriel for simply being . Something about his new cousin just rubbed him the wrong way and he intended to find out why.
     
    As he drank the last of the scotch in his crystal tumbler, his cell phone rang. Looking at it, he rolled his eyes. Victoria. Again. He should have never gotten involved with the woman. His father had warned, but as usual, he had ignored him thinking that the old man had gone soft. Now, she was a thorn in his side. He started to answer it and threaten her, but he felt any attention would be too much.
     
    “Vasily,” Anatoly said, hitting IGNORE. “As soon as we get back to the states, get my number changed and get it to everyone except Victoria.”
     
    “Yes, boss,” Vasily answered, standing behind him in the far corner of the room.
     
    Anatoly looked behind him and raised his brow at the man. Vasily was a loyal solider of the Vory, never faltering in his responsibility. A young man, barely thirty, he was nearly as quiet as Anatoly but if possible, more serious and gravely tempered. When needed Vasily had been quick and deadly but also a friend to his boss during times when the young man had no one to confide in.
     
    “Vasily, what do you do when you’re not here?” Anatoly asked, motioning for him to come around the sofa and face him.
     
    “I sleep...eat...workout,” Vasily answered. “And occasionally...get laid.”
     
    Anatoly smiled. “It sounds like I can only help with one of those. Would you like drink?” He offered the scotch.
     
    “Thank you,” he reached across and grabbed the bottle.
     
    “What do you think of Gabriel?” Anatoly asked, motioning for the man to sit down on the couch across from him
     
    Vasily pulled at h slacks and sat down. His large