Chapter 30

Mecael

"If he doesn't agree we kill him." The voice from inside spoke.

I was at the door to the conference room in one of the huge hotels in Russia. Mesta had successfully arranged a meeting with the Russian mafias. That was after she pestered me on how I was not serious with organizational matters.

She was right. I did not care but I would not tell her that. Not unless I wanted a whole lecture about what I did to get to where I am.

I stood at the door weighing my choices. I could go in and end up in one huge fight with the men in there. Or,I could turn back and head home and spend quality time with my beautiful wife.

"Aren't you getting in?" Mesta asked as she approached.

She took the time to check around the building for anything suspicious. It's as if the men would place a bomb right under her nose so she could smell it and trail it.

"Is their boss in there?" I really hoped her answer was a negation so I could use it as an excuse to not attend the meeting.

But that action alone