Chapter 28
PASHA
I have to remind myself that killing a senator is a bad idea.
Brennan is mostly oblivious about my internal struggle. He hems and haws as he fumbles with the drawers of his desk in an attempt to avoid eye contact.
You’re not allowed to kill the senator… No matter how good it would feel.
“Explain to me again what’s preventing you from signing the contract,” I drawl.
He adjusts his suit jacket and clears his throat. “It’s not just me; it’s the whole Department of Justice I have to worry about. Budget constraints. Verification measures. People are going to want to know where their tax dollars are going and I have to be able to provide answers.”
I drum a few fingers on the arm of the chair so I don’t ball them into a fist and drive that fist into Brennan’s face.
No matter how fucking good it would feel.
“It’s interesting to me how all these concerns are only just now coming up.” I keep my voice level. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think you’re
stalling.”
His face begins to redden at the implication. But is he able to tell me I’m wrong?
Not a fucking chance.
“Think what you want, Chekhov, but the answer is still the same. We need time.”
“Time for what?”
Brennan sniffs and rummages through his top desk drawer some more, which is really starting to piss me off. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know, heh. And what you’re proposing greatly impacts the national
infrastructure-”
“What does Cora think?”
As expected, the mention of his wife stops him in his tracks. Figures. I’d bet good money he hasn’t even given her filled her in on the details of my offer. She’s a ball buster, but she’s not an idiot. Cora Brennan knows a good deal when she sees it and had she been shown this one, I wouldn’t have to sit here and
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tango with her pathetically flustered husband.
I narrow my gaze at him. “You haven’t shown her. I bet you haven’t even spoken to her about it at all,
have you?”
He sniffs again and spreads his hands out. “Look at this. This is my office. My name on the goddamn door,
not hers. I don’t have to show her a damn word if I don’t want to.”
“Oh, I understand that.” I lean forward, my smile anything but warm. “Which begs the question: why
don’t you want to?”
Brennan has no response to that.
“You and I both know this is the deal of the century. For you, for your career–hell, for our troops overseas. I will get you state–of–the–art weapons at a fraction of the cost compared to what your department is currently paying. You want to talk about taxpayers‘ money? Try telling them you’d
rather waste it on cheap, shoddy artillery that jams up just when their boys need it most.”
Truth be told, money is the least of my concerns here. I’m in this for coverage. Plausible deniability for my other enterprises. That’s where the real riches lie: in the shadows.
And there, the Chekhov Bratva has billions to gain.
If only this asshole would stop pussy–footing around and sign on the dotted fucking line.
I suck in a deep breath and consider my next words carefully. As much as I’d love to treat him the same way I treat every other bastard who goes back on his word, I can’t. Not if I want to stay out of prison and keep things running smoothly for the Bratva.
For my family.
“This is your office, yes. And you and I go a long way back, brokering many other deals right here.” I tap his desk with a finger. “In. This. Office.”
Senator Brennan eyes me warily. “So you understand-”
“So I think you need to understand.” I rise to my feet. “You promised me this deal. You gave me your word as a senator of this office. I expect you to fulfill your word–or we’re going to have some serious problems.”
“You can’t threaten me!”
“I’m not.” I straighten, adjust my suit jacket, and give him one last, hard stare. “I’m promising you. And believe me when I say that unlike you, I know how to keep my promises.”
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