Glazov's Legacy (Born Bratva Book 2) (22 page)

Glazov

The look on her face is one of horror, but that isn’t what grabs my attention. I take my thumb, running it under her eye.

“What the fuck is that?” I press my thumb and forefinger together, feeling some sort of sticky residue.

“I think I should be asking you that question. You’re covered in blood.”

“Don’t change the subject, Ptichka. You wouldn’t want me to think you’re deflecting because you’re hiding something, now would you?”

“You’re such a drama king,” she scoffs and rolls her eyes at me.

“You got one word in that description right, and it wasn’t drama,” I growl at her.

“Well, your majesty, it’s a beauty regimen.”

“One that requires tape?” I ask incredulously; honestly, who does she think she’s kidding?

“One that requires strips. They’re eye strips to smooth out crow’s feet.”

“You don’t have crow’s feet, and where are these strips?”

“They dissolve when they’ve finished working their magic. I would think you’d be happy I’m using them. They make me look twenty years younger. You may be able to control a lot of things in my life, but my beauty regime isn‘t one of them. Since we’re playing truth or dare, why do you have blood all over you?”

“Truth or dare, huh? That’s an interesting concept seeing how you’re already butt ass naked. To answer your question, I tortured a man by pulling his teeth out of his bald, hate filled head, and now I’m horny. Would you like the gory details?”

I reach inside my pocket, pulling out the teeth I saved and opening my hand to show her, just to fuck with her head.

“Your cock always gets hard when you torture people,” she retorts, rolling her eyes before she continues. “It’s the mark of a true sadist.”

I can’t argue with the truth. I’m surprised she’s not reacting in any way to the teeth still held in my hand. I would have thought she’d be horrified by my little trophies. I guess twenty years of being married to me has hardened her to the gore of my lifestyle. I look down at my cock before answering her.

“Yeah, and now I need you to suck it.”

She pushes me out of the way and walks past me to go to the bathroom, I assume to take a shower. I laugh at her response; she’s still my feisty little redhead.

“I’m not sucking your cock with somebody’s blood all over you. That’s just beyond nasty. I may be kinky, but I’m a clean kinky.”

“Fine… I’ll take a shower, and then you can suck it.”

Glazov

“You are one twisted individual, Glazov. You kept his teeth?”

“You’re calling me twisted, Novak? Seriously, you’re as sadistic as I am.”

“It’s a necessary evil in our line of work, but it’s a burden neither of us minds bearing… What are your plans for the teeth? You’re not wanting to keep them, are you?”

“Absolutely not, I’d be the laughing stock of Bratva if I went down for having a man’s teeth in my pocket.”

“Don’t even joke about that. You’ll die as a free Bratva boss. Now, tell me. What’s up with the teeth?”

“I’m planning a mind fuck, of course. I’m having them delivered to the skinhead’s house. Just think, they are already thrown off their game, running around confused because they lost their leader. They’re probably panicking, wondering if he’s just disappeared on them or if he’s even alive. Then they get the teeth, confirming the death of their beloved commander. They’ll know it was a hit, and they’ll start to worry about who’s next. They won’t know where the threat is coming from because they don’t know who was responsible. All they know is that their deaths are imminent. It’s psychological warfare at its finest.”

My cousin’s expression goes stoic, and I know the easy bantering is over. Judging by the look on his face, he needs to talk to me about something important.

“How do you feel about hiring Nitro from Dauntless MC to go in and blow those skinheads up?”

“You don’t hire Nitro, or anybody else in that club, without clearing it with Tiny first,” I tell him

There is no way I am pissing off one of my best allies, not to mention they are one of the most ruthless motorcycle clubs in the nation. Chain of command is a big deal with biker clubs, as well it should be. It is with me too.

“Okay, let me reword that… How do you feel about making the call?”

I shake my head and say, “That’s going to take a sit down. I’ll set it up and take you with me when I go. You need to meet Tiny anyway.”

“Works for me,” he replies, looking excited.

“Well, get ready to enter a whole new world because even though those boys aren’t Bratva, they are a force to be reckoned with.”

Kathleen

While Glazov is meeting with Novak, I use the time to call Logan. I already informed her that her phone is very likely bugged, and I also used the opportunity when we had lunch the other day to provide her with a couple of burners. I’ve been in the game long enough to know my husband’s team has bugged everything the girl has, including her dorm. I don’t reveal that last bit of information to her; there’s no need to traumatize the poor girl any further. She looked horrified enough when I told her my suspicions about just her phone.

I pull myself from my thoughts when she finally answers the ringing phone.

“Are you somewhere you can talk?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m alone in my dorm room, studying for exams.”

“Go into the bathroom and shut the door.”

I’m relieved she doesn’t ask me why. I have no intention of disclosing she’s already on Glazov’s radar.

“Okay, I’m in here now.”

“Did you destroy the exposé and anything on your computer pertaining to it?”

“Yes, ma’am. I even destroyed the memory stick where I kept a copy of it.”

“First, please stop with the ma’am stuff. Second, it’s imperative you do not lie to me, Logan. I can’t help you if you’re not completely honest with me. It’s very important that all of the exposé is destroyed. It needs to be like it never existed. Did you tell your professors or any other students what you were working on for the writing competition?”

“I promise you, I’m telling you the complete truth. I’m scared to do that exposé now. I never told anyone what I was doing because I didn’t want to alert the competition. I don’t trust any of the students or professors here.”

She’s smarter than I thought. Maybe there’s more to this girl than I originally perceived.

“Have you started working with Katrina yet?”

“Yes, and she has been awesome. She’s really talented, Kathleen.”

“Yes, she is. If you listen to her and give it your best shot, you’ll earn that prize money and win this competition on your own merit.”

I give it a moment to let that sink in before I switch subjects on her.

“When are you moving into the pool house?”

“I’m not sure about that yet. Like I said, I don’t want to be an inconvenience to anyone.”

“You won’t be. Take your time, and think about it. If you need to talk to Katrina or me, use one of the burner phones I gave you. I need to go now. Think about moving in, Logan; it will save you money, and it will give you and Kodiak some privacy.”

“I will, and Mrs...”

“Kathleen,” I correct her.

“Kathleen, thank you for helping me. I don’t have any family that’s there for me, and you and Katrina have been so kind.”

“That’s all the more reason you need to move into the pool house. We’ll be your family. I hate to rush, but I have to go. I have some work I need to tend to. Bye, Logan.”

I hang up before she has time to respond. I don’t want to tell her that I’m in my bathroom too. I have to stand in the tub with the shower curtain closed and mumble, for fear of some surveillance device picking up on our conversation. This is the only place where there isn’t a camera.

I quickly exit the bathroom and stash the burner phone. I purposely didn’t push the issue of her moving into the pool house too hard. I know, in the end, she will end up living there because Glazov always gets his way. He wants that girl under Kodiak’s watchful eye, so that’s what he’ll get. Kodiak fucking her just gives him even more control. I won’t be surprised if the girl is moving in within the next week. What Bratva men want, Bratva men get. You either do what they want willingly, or they force your hand. One way or another, they always get their way.