Demetrio crossed his as he watched Angelo in one corner of the room huddled together with a couple of Anatoly’s men. The Russians remained unreceptive to anyone but his right hand man hence the reason he was dragged up there so late. He did not approve of the way they had subtly tried to assert their dominance over his men when they were in their territory, so he readily welcomed the extra weight Angelo brought with him. It was a typical intimidation tactic, but it worked wonders. They were almost docile now, while their Pakhan looked on with barely concealed amusement.
“You are so full of s**t,” he grumbled as he accepted a cigarette from the pack being waved at him.
“You wound me, Demetrio,” Anatoly’s s**t eating grin would not be dissuaded. “Have I done anything to displease you?”
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