(Flashback)
It was the second day of their marriage, and although he should have been devoting himself to his newly-wedded wife—treasuring her, adoring her, losing himself in her allure—he was ensnared in a pressing matter that demanded his immediate attention.
The two members of his crew had been brutally murdered, their decapitated bodies delivered in cardboard boxes as a part of their latest shipment.
“I just had a word with the Morozov brothers. They don’t know anything about this.” Dimitri supplied stoically.
Ivan pursed his lips then flicked his hand, asking his men to take away the bodies. He turned to head back to his office. “Isn’t this funny that they never know anything about anything? Last time when they sent the lesser orders, it was the exact response from their end.”
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