57 From The Ones You Trust

The present day…

Hugo and Juan stood inside the murky room above the strip club that smelled of sweat and cheap beer. Vladimir was sitting in his underwear, pondering his options. The idea of crossing Volkov was nothing short of disastrous but in the absence of any healthier alternatives, Vladimir agreed to side with Hugo. He grimly nodded his head and stood up.

“Come with me,” Vladimir said and put his pants back on. He led them out of the room and they gladly followed. He caught Boris out cold on the ground and sighed.

“This suka cost me eighty grand. Talk about clickbait,” Vladimir snorted and walked to the metal staircase.

Hugo didn't expect him to do something as petty as making a run for it or screaming for help. When you rise through the ranks in the world of crime, you adhere to a different code. The higher you get, the more grace is expected from you, up to the point that the bosses were expected to die with a fat cigar hanging from their lips rather than bullet holes in t