Chapter 31
“ Y ou don’t think Mario’s death will cause trouble?” Kaz tosses a card down on the table.
“No.” Rurik stretches his shoulder. “There’s been no tears shed for that bastard or his brothers.”
“I heard their mother didn’t even come home from Italy to attend their funerals.” Kaz shakes his head. “Even my mother came home for my father’s funeral. God knows he didn’t deserve it.”
“Any ideas who might be taking over the Gallo’s gambling ring?” I ask.
“So far, no one has tried,” Rurik answers.
I place my card down. “Ten of diamonds. My trick.”
I swipe up my winning hand and place the cards in my line of wins. One more trick and the game is mine.
“It’s a good thing we aren’t playing for money.” Rurik frowns at the single trick lying next to his drink.
“You don’t have any to spare?” Kaz teases. “I noticed Mira’s new car when she picked Elana up tonight.”
Rurik’s frown deepens. “I wanted Sergei to drive them.”
“You know Elana, she doesn’t want armed guards with her all the time. Even if Sergei drove Mira over, Elana would have ditched him somehow.” Kaz looks over his hand.
“You’re her brother; you should put your foot down.” Rurik drops a card.
“Oh, yes, just like you put your foot down with Mira.” I laugh. “Or Alexander puts his foot down with Megan.”
“I don’t know why you laugh.” Kaz takes a sip of his beer. “You get the same look in your eyes when a particular waitress makes her way around.”
“Don’t start.” I point a finger at him. “Leave her out of this.”
“Oh, no.” Kaz picks up his phone as it lights up with messages coming through.
“What’s wrong?” I lean over to get a look.
“Your sister.” He frowns, dropping his cards so he can use both hands to answer the texts.
I raise a brow. “She must be doing something wrong if she’s my sister.”
“Benji at the Black Pearl wants to cut her off.” Kaz swings his eyes to Rurik. “Well, her and the girls.”
“Mira is drunk? She’s driving! ”
Kaz scrolls through his messages some more. “No, she’s not. Benji took her keys two margaritas ago.”
Rurik throws his cards down on the table. He gets up so quickly, his chair falls back. “I’ll go get them.”
Kaz grabs his suit jacket from the back of his chair, already getting his arms in the sleeves as he stands. “I’ll come, too. I’ll drop Megan and Elana at Alexander’s. Let him deal with them.”
Tossing my winning hand down, I down the rest of my drink. The game is over, and I should get downstairs to check in on the club. Alexander’s going to be busy with his drunk wife and our probably even more drunk sister.
“Mira swore she wasn’t going to drink if I let her take her new car.” Rurik grumbles while angrily shoving his arm through his jacket sleeve.
“Be careful with her when you get there.” Kaz grins. “She doesn’t hold the liquor so good sometimes.”
Rurik stops. Turns and settles a glare on my younger brother that I haven’t seen since Rurik caught Kaz cheating at poker years ago.
“You remember her?” Rurik nearly roars the accusation.
“Of course I do.” Kaz laughs. “Who doesn’t remember a woman who throws up all over your shoes?”
Rurik’s nostrils flare and his fists pump at his sides.
“Don’t tell her, though.” Kaz checks his phone again. “Fuck. Elana hasn’t taken the news at being cut off nicely. We need to get there.”
Steam practically billows from Rurik’s ears as we reach the door, and I pull it open .
Dmitri, the head of my security team stands on the other side of the door looking as though he was just about to open it himself.
“What’s wrong?” I demand.
Dmitri only comes up to my office for two things. A drink at the end of a shift or to bring me down to the club when trouble is brewing.
We’re already steps away from my office before Dmitri speaks.
“There’s trouble in the private gaming suite. You’re needed.” He continues to relay the situation of a fight breaking out as we jog down the spiral steps to Obsidian below.
We’re at the suite before he finishes the explanation, but when he throws the door open none is needed.
Blood covers her. It’s in a pool on the floor at her feet, still dripping from the lifeless body crumbled on the floor in front of her.
Ice runs through my veins as I take in the scene.
“Vivienne.” My voice shakes.
“Not a fucking step, Volkov,” Frank Santucci demands.
Molten anger rages through me, melting away the ice.
Vivienne’s fear filled eyes meet mine. “Ivan. I’m so sorry.”
Vicious Sinners continues with Book Three, Devious Truth.