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one more notch on your holster, baby.”
    I’m surprised at how much it matters to me that she’s successful tonight. If she isn’t, then I’ll be the one putting a bullet in her brain while my father looks on. Normally I wouldn’t give a fuck, but there’s something about this girl.
    In my line of work, friends are few and far between. I have no patience with the Bratva women who base their lives on snagging a Bratva soldier for themselves. Besides my mother, my only friends are Logan and Natasha, my brothers’ ‘significant others’, and Novak’s woman, Katrina.
    I respect Anastasia for standing up to her two-timing husband. The fact that he was a cop and she still had the balls to kill him impresses me. I’d expect that from a career criminal but not from a suburban wife. Respect goes further with me than friendship. Even though she hasn’t been here long, she already fits right in. That’s not an easy thing to do with my family. Few are ever able to join our tight knit group.
    I see how the men who work for my father look at her. I’ll damn sure be watching them. It’s going to take a certain kind of man to attract her attention and keep it after all the shit she’s been through. The last thing she needs is some player who beats his women or who can’t keep his dick in his pants. I doubt there are any losers like that in my father’s operation because he’s old school—doesn’t like his men fucking around on their wives. He says if a man will betray his own wife, then at some point he’ll betray Bratva. I agree with him.
    The pulse-pounding music I can hear through the closed windows of the car tells me we’ve arrived at our destination. Oleg parks the car on a side street and we walk the short distance to the club entrance.
    “You ready?” I ask.
    “Show me the mark and he’s as good as dead.”
    “That’s what I want to hear, girl. We need to make an entrance so you have my permission to touch Oleg for that purpose.” I can’t help the smirk that crosses my lips at her horrified expression.
    Oleg approaches the entrance with a woman on each arm, giving the impression to anyone watching that he’s just a guy out for a night of debauchery with the two women he’s fucking. It’s a ruse we’ve used before but something neither of us would ever do. If Bratva men are anything, they’re possessive. They don’t share and I damn sure don’t.
    The bouncer working the door insists on patting down Oleg. I struggle to hide my disdain when he carelessly lets Anastasia and I through without a second glance – me, with a gun holstered on my upper thigh beneath my short skirt. I knew I was taking a chance bringing it in but I don’t feel dressed without it.
    We find a table and order drinks. We’ve chosen a place where we’re hidden in the shadows, the perfect position to stalk our prey without being seen. It takes but a moment to spot our mark. I look down at my drink and speak to Anastasia in a low voice.
    “That’s him; the guy in the burgundy shirt in the VIP section, sitting with the guy in all black. That’s his bodyguard.” I raise my chin and look her in the eye. “Kill the bodyguard first, then the mark. Remember what I said, keep your head up and don’t look anyone in the eye. And whatever you do, keep moving.”

Anastasia
    Son of a bitch! I hadn’t counted on having to kill two people. Fucking hell. If the Pakhan wants to see how I hold up under pressure, I guess we’re about to find out. Right now, though, I have a job to do, and only one chance to do it right.
    I stroll back to the bathroom nice and easy, stepping aside to allow a willowy blonde supermodel-type to pass me going in the opposite direction. I’m relieved to see there isn’t a line for the women’s restroom. I push the door open and immediately check behind each stall door for signs of life. Finding none, I enter the last stall and lower the toilet lid as I look up to see a window a few feet below the