Mafia Soldier's Irresistible Lover (The Karzhov Crime Family Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page A
Authors: Leslie North
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Matthew had readily agreed. It seemed Danil had promised him the entire contents of the account set aside for Darya, but the reality had been less than pleasant.
Without Chelsea’s signature, the money was going nowhere fast. Nikolai had promised to get the proper paperwork signed by Chelsea the next day and then forward it directly to the Caymans bank.
In the meantime, the San Moreno family had been brought up to speed on Katya’s presence and her new role in the family. The situation with the Yakuza was discussed, and it had been decided that a team of family members would already be in the Neptune Club come Friday evening.
If Danil incriminated himself, he would be brought before the tribunal and his sentence pronounced. Val wasn’t a patient man, but he could manage it this time. The rewards were that great.
His last thought as he drifted off to dreams was of Chelsea smiling up at him, her arms full of firewood. That had been the defining moment in his life, and he would never forget his time spent in her small home. He wondered how many more defining moments might be headed his way.
He wasn’t sure where a future with Chelsea would lead him, but he was more than willing to follow the road and find out. She was worth it, and he looked forward to getting to know Darya. What had started out as only a seek mission had definitely turned itself into a find and retrieve one. And he felt extremely lucky to have found such a treasure as Chelsea Barlow.
Epilogue
Kostya Molikov pulled up in front of the large storefront with an even larger warehouse looming behind it, then checked his GPS once again. This was the big pot operation he’d come here to oversee? It looked as if the building should have been condemned years ago.
Getting out of his new Mercedes, he closed the door and glanced around at his surroundings. Most of the other buildings looked vacant or were boarded up. This section of Denver had definitely seen better days.
He knocked on the side door as per his instructions, and moments later was treated to the sight of vibrant violet eyes looking back at him. “What do you want?”
“Kostya Molikov here to see Terrence and Raul.”
The violet eyes blinked back at him, taking in his appearance before widening and then twinkling in approval. “One moment,” came back the husky female voice the eyes belonged to.
The heavy metal door was pulled open, squeaking all the way. Time to get that fixed. Kostya waited until the door was opened and the owner of the violet eyes presented herself. She was an average woman, about five feet eight, but in her four-inch heels, she was only a few inches beneath his six feet two.
She had jet-black hair that hung over each shoulder, with the tips died purple to match her eyes. She wore a thin cropped T-shirt that showed more skin than it covered. It was combined with a very short denim miniskirt, psychedelic tights, and black army boots. Her belly button was pierced and she had a variety of tattoos adorning her body.
Loud rock music poured from the room behind her as she gestured for Kostya to enter the building.
Kostya acknowledged her silent communication with a nod of his head. He stood in the foyer while she closed the heavy metal door and locked it. She then led the way into a large room that had Kostya standing speechless.
The room was part of the warehouse and filled with wooden tables, atop which sat container after container of marijuana plants. Overhead, plant lights and a framework of wires and trellises completed the growing platforms. Large fifty-five-gallon barrels were at the end of each table, with hoses and small pumps providing life-sustaining water to each pot.
Kostya turned to look at his escort, who stood proudly by, chewing her gum with a pleased smile on her face. He let his eyes travel the length of her body once again and felt his own harden in response. She’s gorgeous!
When she turned her head and caught him staring at her, she
Without Chelsea’s signature, the money was going nowhere fast. Nikolai had promised to get the proper paperwork signed by Chelsea the next day and then forward it directly to the Caymans bank.
In the meantime, the San Moreno family had been brought up to speed on Katya’s presence and her new role in the family. The situation with the Yakuza was discussed, and it had been decided that a team of family members would already be in the Neptune Club come Friday evening.
If Danil incriminated himself, he would be brought before the tribunal and his sentence pronounced. Val wasn’t a patient man, but he could manage it this time. The rewards were that great.
His last thought as he drifted off to dreams was of Chelsea smiling up at him, her arms full of firewood. That had been the defining moment in his life, and he would never forget his time spent in her small home. He wondered how many more defining moments might be headed his way.
He wasn’t sure where a future with Chelsea would lead him, but he was more than willing to follow the road and find out. She was worth it, and he looked forward to getting to know Darya. What had started out as only a seek mission had definitely turned itself into a find and retrieve one. And he felt extremely lucky to have found such a treasure as Chelsea Barlow.
Epilogue
Kostya Molikov pulled up in front of the large storefront with an even larger warehouse looming behind it, then checked his GPS once again. This was the big pot operation he’d come here to oversee? It looked as if the building should have been condemned years ago.
Getting out of his new Mercedes, he closed the door and glanced around at his surroundings. Most of the other buildings looked vacant or were boarded up. This section of Denver had definitely seen better days.
He knocked on the side door as per his instructions, and moments later was treated to the sight of vibrant violet eyes looking back at him. “What do you want?”
“Kostya Molikov here to see Terrence and Raul.”
The violet eyes blinked back at him, taking in his appearance before widening and then twinkling in approval. “One moment,” came back the husky female voice the eyes belonged to.
The heavy metal door was pulled open, squeaking all the way. Time to get that fixed. Kostya waited until the door was opened and the owner of the violet eyes presented herself. She was an average woman, about five feet eight, but in her four-inch heels, she was only a few inches beneath his six feet two.
She had jet-black hair that hung over each shoulder, with the tips died purple to match her eyes. She wore a thin cropped T-shirt that showed more skin than it covered. It was combined with a very short denim miniskirt, psychedelic tights, and black army boots. Her belly button was pierced and she had a variety of tattoos adorning her body.
Loud rock music poured from the room behind her as she gestured for Kostya to enter the building.
Kostya acknowledged her silent communication with a nod of his head. He stood in the foyer while she closed the heavy metal door and locked it. She then led the way into a large room that had Kostya standing speechless.
The room was part of the warehouse and filled with wooden tables, atop which sat container after container of marijuana plants. Overhead, plant lights and a framework of wires and trellises completed the growing platforms. Large fifty-five-gallon barrels were at the end of each table, with hoses and small pumps providing life-sustaining water to each pot.
Kostya turned to look at his escort, who stood proudly by, chewing her gum with a pleased smile on her face. He let his eyes travel the length of her body once again and felt his own harden in response. She’s gorgeous!
When she turned her head and caught him staring at her, she
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