Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
But I take to her immediately. She’s cold but nurturing in that old Russian lady sort of way. We’re taken to a sitting room off the main entryway. It’s formal and a little stuffy, and I’d bet the furniture alone is worth millions. “He’ll be in shortly,” she says and offers to bring tea.
“If it’s not too much trouble.”
“None at all.” She pats my shoulder and leaves. We sit on the couches and I wonder how much money is right below my butt.
“You’re nervous,” Alex comments.
“I’m not nervous. I’m totally fine.”
“Your leg’s jostling.” He puts a big hand on my thigh. “Go easy.”
I force myself to stop fidgeting. “I’m fine, okay?”
“He’s happily married, you know. I don’t think he holds anything against you.”
I glare at Alex and don’t respond. I’m not worried about that—although the thought did occur to me. I mean, I did run out on Valentin at a very awkward time, which forced him to marry a totally different woman. It probably pissed him off and nearly screwed up his plans, but it worked out in the end.
From what I hear, he’s crazy about his new wife, an Armenian girl named Karine. A paintings of her wearing a long black trench coat hangs above the fireplace, and I have to admit, she’s really gorgeous.
“You’re right. I did him a big fat favor.”
Alex grins at me and pats my leg. “That’s the spirit.
Nikkita returns with tea not long later. As she pours, Valentin appears in the doorway. He’s a big, handsome Russian man, and he greets Alex with respect though not much warmth, then sits down across from us. Nikkita hands him a cup, and he thanks her.
His eyes fall on me and his lips push together. He takes a slow sip before speaking. “Here’s the woman that left me at the altar.”
I nearly sputter my tea and have to take a moment to compose myself. “I ran off long before we got that far.”
He keeps glaring at me for a second longer before his face breaks out in a big grin. “Very good point. How thoughtful of you. Don’t worry, there are absolutely zero hard feelings. Karine would love to be here, but she’s putting the baby down for a nap.”
Alex laughs and pats my knee again, and a little relief washes over me.
“Congratulations on the baby,” I mutter, feeling a little chagrined.
“Thank you, but did you know infants hate sleep? I swear, it’s like she was born to drive my wife and I crazy. Fortunately, she’s cute and I love her. But enough about my family. I understand that we have an offer from the Marinos.” Valentin’s smile fades as he gets down to business. “Since you’re here in person, I suspect I won’t like it.”
“There are complications,” Alex concedes, and tells him the same story he told me the day before. “I need your permission to agree to cutting them into the Canadian business, and ideally you’d bless Lev’s marriage to the Italian girl, whoever she is.”
Valentin sits back and crosses his arms. He seems to consider, and doesn’t look happy about it. I’m not sure what to make of him, and all I can go off are rumors and hearsay.
From what I understand, he’s a fair Pakhan. Hard when he has to be and enjoys cutting off fingers when necessary, but not needlessly cruel and happy to spread the wealth around to those that are loyal to him.
My father respects him immensely. That’s why he wanted to marry deeper into the Zeitsev organization. It didn’t work out the way he planned, but Valentin gave both Stepan and Lev more important roles within his organization instead, effectively bringing them together anyway.
“The Canadian deal was always on the table,” Valentin concedes. “That was part of the original plan.” He gives us both a meaningful look. “A plan which you two screwed up beyond reckoning.”
“That wasn’t our intent,” I say softly and put a hand on my belly. “Things happen.”
He glances down and nods. “Yes, things happen, and now here we are.” He runs a hand through his hand. “I can agree to the original terms we hashed out. Pass that along to Adriano. But as for your brother, I can’t force him to do anything.”
I bristle at that. “Lev can’t be forced, but I can?”
“Obviously not.” Valentin’s eyebrows raise as he looks between us. “From what I can see, you’re very bad at marrying the man you’re supposed to.”
My face flushes. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m not going to force Lev into anything,” Valentin says firmly. “The same way I didn’t force you into marrying me, and the same way I didn’t kill Alex here and force you into marrying Adriano, even though that would’ve been the most expedient solution to my problem.”
“Which is appreciated,” Alex says.
Valentin grunts in reply and pushes himself to his feet. “Convince your brother or find another way.”