Chapter 8. Night Cup

The Enemies

The nervous tension around the room was palpable. What had spooked the hardened criminals around him? The meeting was unexpected. He was with his latest bitch when the boss called him in. Apparently, it was a pressing issue that had to be dealt with tonight.

Sometimes, the boss could be overdramatic. He decided to humor him though. From what he had observed, he had made a sound decision.

He watched their leader pace back and forth, cold sweat streamed down his face.

"What the fuck happened?" The bald man at the front asked.

The man stopped pacing and turned to them. His face was taut and pale.

"Our source from the inside informed me that Vasilyev hired the accountant." He announced gravely. So, that was what made him nervous and everyone else in the room. Including yours truly. Fuck!

Damn that Russian Butcher! Dominic Vasilyev took over the mafia world by storm. A mantle he donned from his equally brute of a fath