Used by the Russian Mafia Boss: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (16 page)

Boris started to laugh then. The sound was raspy and painful and ended in a choking, gasping fit. Katya and Toni both drew back, realizing together that Boris was not going to make it. Their gazes met over the top of his body. Toni held out her free hand, and Katya took it. The two women squeezed each other tight as they watched the last of the life drain from the body of Boris Rustikov.

When her father’s hand finally went limp, Toni let go. She stood up. Keeping hold of Katya, she tugged her friend to her feet. Toni wrapped an arm around Katya’s shoulders. The two women walked back toward the car they had left in the driveway. It seemed like a million years ago even though it was less than an hour.

“We need to go home,” Toni whispered. Then she sagged against the vehicle, looking back at the Rustikov house. “Except this is my home. Isn’t it?”

“No.” Katya’s voice was surprisingly firm. “Your home is with Dimitri. Come with me. We can deal with the rest of this later. There’s plenty of time. I promise.”

“My God, my uncles must be worried sick about me,” Toni said suddenly. “I have to call them or something. She looked at her father’s corpse, which was now surrounded by Pyotr and his men. “I have a lot of everything to do now.”

“Time,” Katya urged. “Just take your time. Come home with me.”

Toni sucked in a deep breath. She looked once more at the chaos going on around her father’s body. “No. My place is here.”

“Toni. Don’t do this. Come back with me. Come home. Dimitri will be worried.”

“Just tell him what happened,” Toni said weakly. “He’ll understand I think.”

Katya did not look convinced, but she got in her car and drove away. Toni watched the tail lights disappear down the driveway. Deep inside, she desperately wished she was leaving too.

Chapter Twenty

Dimitri stood before his men. Well he was mostly standing, aided by the desk and also by the knee he had propped on the seat of his chair. The men were gathered around the table in the war room. Their faces were impassive. The air in the room was thick with mistrust and confusion.

“Thank you all for returning here tonight when I called,” Dimitri began.

A man at the front of the group raised his hand. “Anatoli told us you were dead. He said he’d killed you.”

Dimitri gestured to his shoulder. “Let’s just say my younger brother did his level best to murder me. Yes. That does not mean he succeeded!”

There was a low murmur around the room. Dimitri turned his attention to Anatoli. His brother was trussed up so tightly that he could not move. He’d been tossed onto the floor in front of the assembled men. Anatoli had been beaten. His face was bruised and battered, his eyes swollen shut. It was obvious that the Alkaev men did not forgive stupidity lightly. They were obviously upset that they had been lied to. Dimitri could see it on their faces. Their trust in the Alkaev brothers in general had been abused.

“Let me tell you what has happened,” Dimitri began. This was not going to be easy. He could potentially undermine his own authority. Yet his instincts told him that honesty was the only way to rebuild the trust that had been destroyed by Anatoli’s treachery. Dimitri took a deep breath. “All of you know that my sister was seduced by Boris Rustikov. That is no secret. Since then, Anatoli and I have been single minded in our pursuit of justice for our sister. We wanted her honor to be restored. We wanted out honor as her brothers to be restored. We should have protected our sister, and we did not. We felt that we had failed Katya.”

There was a round of low comments, and even a few audible ones. The men seemed to agree with the necessity of regaining honor.

“The problems began when we let our thirst for revenge outweigh the good of the family,” Dimitri said firmly. “Katya had made her own choice. She is a grown woman who is more than capable of choosing her own path. Yet we were taking it upon ourselves to avenge her, making what had happened to her all about us. That was wrong. It clouded my judgment as your leader. There were many things in the last six months that were not attended to as they should have been—business things. As your leader, as the boss of this family, that was wrong.”

Dimitri was glad to hear the supportive voices lifted around the room. It would appear that he wasn’t going to lose his position after all. Then someone else gave Anatoli a nudge with his toe.

“What do we do about this one?” the enforcer asked.

This was where things were likely to get messy. Dimitri made eye contact one by one, with most of the men in the room. “I suppose that is going to have to be a family decision.”

***

Toni gazed at her father’s men. There were over a dozen of them gathered around her father’s corpse and not a single one seemed to have any clue what needed to happen. She sighed, feeling frustrated and wishing she could be anyplace but here. Of all the people who might have gotten saddled with the job of taking care of her father’s burial, why her?

“Pyotr!” Toni said tersely. “Call Dr. Poole. Tell him to come immediately, and tell him why.”

“But the boss is
dead
!” someone protested. “Why bother with a doctor?”

Toni groaned. “Because we need a medical official to file a death certificate in order to get the preparations going.” She glared at the assembled men. “It’s not like we can bury him in the backyard. All right? All of you go find something productive to do. As far as I’m concerned, it’s business as usual.”

There was a lot of grumbling. Toni could tell that these men didn’t appreciate being ordered around by a woman they still considered to be the boss’s bratty daughter. That no longer mattered. Toni was in charge whether they liked it or not. Other than Katya’s unborn, illegitimate child, Toni was the only Rustikov left. Still, it might not be a bad thing to have backup.

She pulled out her phone and sent a desperate text to her uncles. Viktor and Nikolai would know what to do. They’d be able to tell her what her options were too. And it was also likely that she was going to have to start talking to the authorities as well. Cops. She hated cops, but there was nothing for it. She had to cooperate or run the risk of being taken in as a suspect herself.

“Dr. Poole will be here within the half hour,” Pyotr told her quietly. “What do you intend to do?”

“Right now?” She raised an eyebrow. “I intend to bury my father. After that? I have no idea.”

“The men are restless,” Pyotr informed her. “We’ve already had four enforcers defect to another family. We could consider them traitors and go after them if you choose.”

“No,” Toni said quickly. “I’m not going to punish them for making what they thought was the best decision for themselves. I’m sure nobody expected a green girl to take over the family. If they don’t want to follow me, I don’t want them here. Their bad attitude will only destroy morale just that much farther.”

Pyotr grimaced. “You were always so much smarter than your father. You know that I hope?”

“Oh? In spite of him telling me every other second that I’m an idiot?” She chuckled. “Yes. I know. And the biggest benefit of having me running things is that I’m very unlikely to think with a cock I don’t have.”

Pyotr had nothing to say to that.

***

Dimitri heard Katya’s car pull in. He got to his feet, gripping the back of his chair to keep himself upright even though the room began to spin once again. He nodded to his men. “My sister is back. Hopefully she will have some news about what happened after you all were called back to the house.”

There was a murmur of agreement and then the men parted to let him through as he slowly left the war room. Dimitri made it down the hallway and out the door. He went up the steps, trying to understand what the deep sense of relief was all about. It had nothing to do with his sister. Was he glad she was safe? Yes, of course. But the notion that Toni was home and back by his side had a profound effect on his stress level. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Toni by his side and sleep for a year.

Katya got out of her car and shut the door. Dimitri smiled at her and kept waiting. It was dark outside, even with the carriage lights on the house blazing with light. Between the shadows and Katya’s tinted windows, Dimitri couldn’t see inside the passenger side of the vehicle to tell what was going on with Toni. What if she was hurt?

The thought had him moving at twice the speed he probably should have been. Dimitri flung open the passenger door of Katya’s car and found—nothing.

“Where is she?” He looked over the top of the low slung car and caught Katya’s eye. “Was she hurt? God! Don’t tell me she was killed! If Anatoli murdered her I will rip his lungs out and put his head on a pike!”

“No.” Katya held up her hands. “Toni is fine. She’s perfectly healthy. At least she was when I left her.”

“You
left
her?” Dimitri was shouting now. “You should have brought her home with you. What happened?”

“Anatoli murdered Boris,” Katya said softly. It was easy to see that she was fighting back tears. Dimitri didn’t want to be insensitive, but he wasn’t sorry the bastard was dead. Katya sighed. “Toni decided to stay and help make the arrangements.”

“Arrangements?” Dimitri said flatly. “What arrangements?”

“Funeral arrangements, Dimitri.” Katya’s tone was cautionary. “She’s her father’s only child. The only person left to take over the family business.”

“No.” Dimitri could not believe that Toni would even consider that. “She has no desire to do such a thing. Not for him! Not for an asshole that murdered her mother.”

“That’s another thing,” Katya said quietly. “Boris maintained until he died that he did
not
murder Maria. I can’t imagine why he would lie about something like that. Especially now. What would be the point?”

“He’s still messing with her, even now that he’s dead,” Dimitri said bitterly. “Just you watch.”

***

Dr. Poole raised his eyebrows at Toni. “My, my Ms. Rustikov. I’ve seen you twice in one night now. That’s not a good beginning.”

“Definitely not,” Toni agreed. She couldn’t decide if she liked the man or not. He was such an odd duck. “I suppose I’ll have to be more careful lest you have to sew me up next.”

Dr. Poole examined her father. Toni had asked the men to bring Boris into the house and lay him on the long couch in the living room. They’d put out plenty of towels and such, but her father had already bled out for the most part before he even got onto the couch.

“And what is it that you’d prefer I put down as his cause of death?” Dr. Poole wanted to know.

“I don’t know how these things work,” Toni admitted. “I suppose the reason would have to be something that won’t upset the authorities and bring a bunch of cops to our doorstep.”

“Then since he’d been shot in the heart,” Dr Poole mused. “I suppose I can list heart failure as his cause of death and say that he died peacefully at home.”

“Not entirely a lie,” Toni muttered. “He did die here at home. And by the time he actually stopped breathing he seemed to be pretty peaceful.”

“Gave you some deathbed confessions, did he?” Dr. Poole said as he began tugging on her father’s stiff body.

“What are you doing?” Toni was morbidly fascinated and horrified all at the same time.

“Just checking the rigor and liver mortis.” Dr. Poole continued his examination. “If you want the death certificate to hold up, you’ll need to let me finish.”

“Of course.” Toni took a step back. She watched the doctor do his work.

Seconds later Pyotr entered the room and stood beside her. “We’ve lost two more men.”

“How many more before we don’t have enough to do the necessary tasks to keep the businesses running?” Toni wondered at the conflicting feelings inside her heart. On one hand she didn’t like the idea of the Rustikov business empire toppling to the ground while she was in charge. And yet she also wondered if it wouldn’t be better just to close up shop completely. She had never intended to be a mafiya queen.

“We can sustain the business with what we have now.” Pyotr’s tone suggested that he was speculating.

“At some point I need to go have a look at the books and everything else,” Toni muttered. “I don’t even fully know what you’re saying when you say sustain the business. What business are we in exactly?”

“Laundromats mostly,” Pyotr told her quietly. “Some low level gaming halls, and a few brothels.”

“How did my father consider himself a big player when that’s all he had to bring to the table?”

Pyotr snorted. “You said it. Your father
considered
himself a big player. That did not mean that others shared is opinion.”

“Great.” She sighed. “I’m following in the footsteps of a consummate liar and a master of hyperbole.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Dimitri watched the sun peek over the horizon. He couldn’t remember what time it was when he finally went to bed. Everyone had been nagging him to go. He had known better. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep, not with so many unsettled things still on his mind.

He stretched, feeling his shoulder creak in protest. The injury was going to take time to heal. He didn’t have time. There was no place in his world for a man who couldn’t pull his weight, especially not now that he was having to make up the ground he’d lost because of Anatoli’s stupidity.

Dimitri rubbed a hand down his face and inhaled deeply. Toni’s scent was still on his sheets. He wanted her back. Badly. In fact he couldn’t believe just how much it bothered him to think of her navigating that shark tank at her father’s house all alone. She was smart and savvy. She would do just fine. But he wanted so badly to help her, if only to let her know that he understood and that he supported her decision.

The tip of the sun broke over the horizon, the orange ball of flame nearly blinding him with light. He thought about Toni and how much he wished that the two of them could lead a normal life. Katya’s decision to stay in the tiny cottage and raise her child by herself was making more and more sense. Dimitri had been part of the mafiya world his whole life. It was all he knew. He was tired. The notion of spending the rest of his life waking up next to Toni and seeing her smile was enticing. They could make love, lounge in bed, and live their lives like regular people who didn’t have to worry about assassination attempts, brothers with insane plots for revenge, or other mafiya families who might want to take what was theirs.