“I’ll take an entire load of the Romanians’ ammunition,” the pakhan states, “but I want an additional five percent discount for getting rid of the truck for you.”
“I’m already selling you the goods way under the market value, Roman.”
“That’s my offer. Take it or leave it.”
I give him a pointed stare and nod. This transaction is more about the principle. I want Bogdan’s s**t gone.
“The word around is that you also have another type of product to offer,” he adds. “I’d like to pick something out for my wife.”
“You won’t get any discount on that.”
“I’m not concerned about the price when I buy things for my wife,” he barks, visibly offended.
“Let’s go to my office, then.” I kiss Sienna’s bare shoulder. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“I’ll go check if Tara needs help.” She turns
