Chapter 54.

                                    

                                          
Third Person POV.
The blasting music from the dance floor could be heard at the back of the Red Room. The club is one of the most popular clubs in the whole of Moscow and it’s owned by the mafia twin brothers, Anton and Alexei.
Usually, the club is open every night but on Fridays like this, it’s filled with mafias that are allies to the twin brothers.
Just a peek around the room dimmed with neon lights, gave a clue of the randy mafia men either sitting on the couches or rocking asses on the dance floor.
The DJ does his part well, blowing everyone’s mind with music that guides someone in the mood.
Every corner is either filled with addicts taking coke, pot, you name it. Or it’s filled with sex workers, delivering services to the mafia men.
Though, some normal civilians are in the room but mostly the crime men outnumber others.
However, at the back of the Red Room, Anton sat in the midst of his best of men doing calculations, arranging their latest supply to their fellow.
Wraps of coke covered the desk while Anton watched one of his men, counting and stuffing them into the two briefcases on the desk.
Anton’s face holds a note of seriousness as usual.
He hadn’t let up some steam. Always his mind had been on getting answers from Vlad whom he sent to America to get the record of all the students at Dame High School.
Alexei hadn’t taken things seriously since then. It was obvious to Anton that his brother had given up the determination to find the formal Pakhan’s daughter.
But still, Anton doesn’t
know why he’s clinging onto the fact that there are some loose strings they need to pull together and get the answer they want.
Of course, Vlad had kept him updated from the very minute he arrived in America. He told Anton how he had breached the security
cameras at Dame high school.
How he had lured the new receptionist to his bed, gave her some good fuck just so the woman would talk.
Oh, that had vexed Anton. He didn’t send Vlad to New York to have some fun but to find the girl. Their ticket to being the ruler of the underworld. However, Vlad was quick to defend himself, saying something about the receptionist wanting to get under his pants before she started talking.
Vlad had made Anton believe the tricks worked. So now, Anton was anticipating Vlad's return after he announced having gotten the whole school record.
Damn, it felt great knowing the answer to his question is just a few hours from reaching him.
His blood was zinging, smile inwardly kicking his lips up.
Vera…definitely must be alive.
However, as he waited for Vlad's return, he got their shady business done.
He had sent his sex workers to send a deluge of pleasure on his mafia allies while preparing to send out the demanded number of coke they got from Poland.
“Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty…” The Byki counting the wraps continued his accented English filtering through the air.
The back of the Red Room is where their drug deals and weapon deals are being carried out.
No one would say this literally happened here. The police had believed the Red Room was just a debauchery club but it was more.
Anton did have some crooked policemen working for them, however, the overly righteous police kept getting in their way.
“All complete.” The Byki said, erecting his body and looking at their boss.
“Good.” Anton croaked, running his thick fingers over his jaw. “You know what next to do right?” He asked the Byki and he knew.