CHAPTER-41

"Igor will head that talk with Cartel. If they want fresh goods, ask them to deliver money on time. If they don't, stop delivering them. My drugs are not for charity," Aleksandr hissed into the phone. "Russians are possessive of their territory and goods. Tell Igor to remind him of it," He said before ending the call and taking a deep sigh. He knew things were going to turn sour between them soon. Fight with Cosa Nostra on the one end and with Mexicans on the other.

Bratva would be having an unpleasant time in the near future if things go out of hand. Aleksandr didn't want it. Not at all, war on two ends could be disastrous. But He was Russian and Russians are known for taking tough decisions. If war with Mexicans was needed. It would happen.

Aleksandr pulled out Aria's knife from the waistband of his pants and traced its outline. He closed his eyes as it felt like He was touching his wife's sexy body.

He leaned against the headrest of the chair. Suddenly, his cell phone chimed and