Chapter 48

Elton POV

I frowned as I walked inside my house to find a box in front of the door.

“What’s this again?” I asked, shaking my head in question. The smell of honey filled my nostrils, and I couldn’t help but frown in confusion about why I would be having a box, the size of a body, filled with honey.

“It’s not the only one, sir.” A Russian said from behind me. His shoes clicked on the tile floor with each step that he took and he smiled as he stood in front of me. “A wedding gift from the bratva, more specifically, the Pakhan himself.”

I nodded at my men to open the crate. I knew that he was a messenger and killing him would be a direct act of war. That was something that I could afford considering the fact that the fucker Luca was still alive. The one way for me to get what I wanted done, was to have that prick dead.