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I patiently sat on the long black leather couch in the private section of " Kings Club " the pride and joy business of my best friend. I took a sip of scotch on the rock from time to time as I waited for his arrival.

It was still in the morning and yet I was already drinking and absorbing alcohol. But, god knew I needed it to survive this meeting.

My eyes snapped up to the direction of the one side way mirror door as my friend approached it. Brandon walked in with an irritating expression on his face then plopped onto the couch next to me with his fingers rubbing his temples.

" Why the hell do you want me to meet you here? It is barely six in the morning. Who hold a meeting this early and why are you drinking? " he groaned but getting himself a glass from the table.

I cocked an eyebrow at my friend although chose not to scold him. I knew he barely slept last night after all he was taking care of multiple night clubs and clubs opened at night.

" This is urgent. " I said sipping on my drinks.

" I was supposed to go to your office later today anyway. You couldn't wait? " he huffed leaning his head against the couch.

" No. This needs to be discussed in private. And, what is to be said in this meeting will stay in this room. I can't risk anyone knowing. " I said.

" Just the two of us? " he asked suddenly getting interested.

" Yes. Even my wife can't know. " I said.

" Okay, now you're scaring me. Because keeping shits from your wife is like defusing a bomb. " Brandon said.

" How so? I never tell her anything about our business. " I asked turning my gaze towards him.

" Yeah sure. The last time you kept thing from her, she ended up riding you on my couch in my home then threatened you to change your plan which you did. You wouldn't mind that again, would you? " he scoffed rolling his eyes at me.

I sighed. It was true. But, last time was because I made a mistake and there was a woman involved.

" I want you to do something for me. This might be the biggest mission that I had ever given you. " I said putting my glass on the table.

By the time I finished the sentence Brandon was on urge. His body shot up from the couch and was now sitting up straight with his eyes not leaving my face.

" Say the words. I'm ready to help you burn down the whole country. " he said making me raised my eyebrow at him.

" Nothing about burning England. " I shook my head at him earning a frown.

" What is it then? " he asked.

" I believe Dmitri contacted you last night, yeah? " I asked.

" I was supposed to tell you that myself not you finding out on your own. And, how the hell did you know? " Brandon scoffed rolling his eyes at me.

" What did he want from you? " I asked.

" To help him kill your wife. But, you know where my loyalty stay, family doesn't betray one another. Moreover, your wife is an angel and killing an angel is a sin. " he shrugged his shoulders.

Did my wife also manage to wrap him around her little fingers liked she did to everyone else in the family?

" Alana is my only hope, the only person who can destroy you. Why would I want to kill her? " he continued.

" Also I might be dumb but not dumb enough to go against your scary ass. " he flinched dramatically with a hand on his chest.

Never mind then.

" I want you to disappear. Go to Russia. Make it seems like you are helping him. " I said putting my hand under my chin as I thought about my plan.

This was a dangerous plan. If he got caught, Dmitri would kill him on the spot and everyone else involved. But, we had to risk this even there were many lives on the line.

And, Brandon was the only person that was best at doing his job. He was perfect for this mission. I had faith and complete trust in my friend, I really believed that one one would ever able to do this job better than him.

" And, what else do you want me to do during my time there? " he asked.

" Keep blowing up and destroying his warehouses, stocking, safe houses, all of it. Kill his men, all of them. And, do it silently. " I said.

Brandon looked at me bewildered at my plan. I would be too if I were in his shoes because that sounded insane.

" How the actual fuck can I do all of those silently? " he asked looking at me in horror.

" That sounds like a personal problem, yeah? " I said once again bringing the glass to my mouth.

" You might be the Don of all the Dons. But, you can't just gave me, your only friend a death mission without instructions. " he groaned.

" I can't even google how to kill the entire Russian mafia. Damn it. " he said running a hair through his hair.

This fool. Why did I make him my under Don again?

" Use your brain. I never know that you are a dumb fucker. Blow up some of our warehouses if that would help him to trust you more and forget about what is happening around him. Distract him. " I said pouring more alcohol into my glass.

" Blow up our warehouses? That would make us loose millions and our men will die in there. Are you insane? " he protested.

I was beyond irritated and annoyed right now. All I wanted to do was stay in bed with my wife but I had to get out early to meet this dumbass before she caught me and asked questions.

And, now here I was having explain every single little details to him. Sometimes I wondered if all of the men who worked for me even had a brain of their own.

" Bloody dumbass. There is an invention called a smartphone. Fucking use it to tell me when you want to blow something so I can get arranged something for you to blow up. " I grunted.

" Okay chill. " he said raising his hands up in surrender.

" And, every times you killed his men, replace them with ours. So, when time comes we will win the war. " I said. He nodded.

" Don Salvatore, you truly are a bloody genius. A twisted bastard. " he chuckled patting my back.

I sent him a glare and that was enough to make him dropped his hands off me.

" You didn't ask why I just put your life on the line. " I turning to look at the wall totally ignoring his presence.

" He is coming for Alana. We have to get to him before he gets to her. " Brandon said casually.

" You are willing to put your life on the line to save someone else wife. " I said turning my head toward him.

" Someone else's wife? Alana is my only best mate's wife, she is like my sister. And, I am the under Don protecting the Donna is an honorable job. If I really have to die in order to save her and the heir, I would do it a hundred times without a second thought. " he proudly said.

Pride was what I was feeling inside my chest. God had blessed me with the best man.

" Okay. I get it. Now, shut the fuck up. You're making this shits emotional. " I said downing the whiskey making him chuckling while shaking his head.

Brandon and I might be the best of friends but showing affections for each other was never really our things. It was true that we cared and loved each other liked real brothers although we kept that in our head and didn't talk about it out loud at all.

" A few hours ago, what were you doing in my house? " I asked raising my eyebrow at him changing the topic.

Brandon's eyes went wide for a good second before turning back to normal.

" I told you I forgot some files. " he shrugged looking away.

" First rule I taught you about lying, what is it? " I asked.

" Never look away. " he said confidently.

I smirked at his answer sipping the whiskey smugly. He dared lie to me straight into my face when I was the one who trained him how to lie and keep his face emotionless.

" Oh come on. Fuck you. " he groaned realizing that he just busted himself.

" I believe you were with my sister, yeah? " I asked gesturing toward the claw marks and love bites on his chest.

" Fuck. " Brandon cursed under his breath before buttoned his shirt up all the way up.

" I will deal with you after you made it out of this mission alive. For now I will let you live. " I said glaring at him.

" You only let me live because you have a job for me to do for you. Selfish fucker. " he whined making me rolled my eyes.

" I won't mind putting a bullet in your skull right now and change all my plan. " I cocked an eyebrow at him.

" You have no sense of humor. If I were your wife, I would have divorced your ass a long time ago. " he said.

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