"Let me in," the woman with recently dyed red hair barks at the guard at the door to the bratva's office.

The brown-skinned officer does what he is told and opens the door. On the other side of the door, a man in an expansive suite smokes a Cuban cigar with a glass of bourbon in his other hand.

He does not turn when the door opens, but he knows who entered his office without permission. He flicks the bud of the cigar onto the floor knowing that his maid will clean it up after sucking his cock. The click of heels confirms who the intruder is.

"You did not kill her like you promised you would. What is your excuse so I do not kill where you stand?" the man asks with a low rough voice from smoking too many cigarettes.

She twirls her red dagger in between her fingers feeling annoyed that she must answer this man when the one man who saw her as a woman is dead.

"Declan is dead Brooklyn Russo killed him, but don't worry I shot her with one of my specialty bullets," she answers with a casual shrug.

The man turns and raises a brow not showing if he is surprised by the fact that she shot The Brooklyn Russo. "Is she dead?" he challenges.

She looks down to the floor digging her heel into the carpeted floor. "No she is not, but I plan to bring her down if it's the last thing I do," the woman answers raising her head to stare at the man.

After a long silent moment, the room is filled with the man's laughter. It is not a laugh of humor, but a laugh of darkness that is chilling to the bone.

"I will help you moya malen'kaya lisa," the man says with a dark smile. (my little fox)

The woman smiles the same dark smile...afterall the man and woman are related by blood, but not all blood is loved.

"Maxim Kozlov, let's destroy Brooklyn and the Morelli mafia empire," the woman says with a dark smirk at the thought of cutting Brooke's perfect tanned skin.

"Evalina Whitlock I think we have ourselves a war to plan," Maxim declares grabbing a knife and cutting his palm.

Eva does the same swiping in one clean arc across her pale skin. Blood swells rolling down both of their wrists. They shake hands allowing their blood to mingle together in a blood oath. One that will not be fulfilled until the Morelli empire is burned to the ground or enough blood is spilled to fill an ocean.