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Chapter Twenty-nine
St. Gertrude Cemetery was one of the best and most expensive in Miami. It catered for the rich and important. Not the cemetery you would expect a man of Pascal's caliber to be buried in, but Rico was sparing no expense. With the pressman and photographers watching, he felt this was a perfect opportunity to make a show. After all, in another two days, all the money would go to the state.
Rose Alison stood before the bunch of red roses, lying on the fresh-turned earth on Pascal's grave. Two steps behind her stood Natasha. Rico and Cain stood beside each other, far behind. Larry, his new driver, waited by the Lincoln.
Everyone was dressed in black.
“Is it arranged?” Rico whispered to Cain.
“Yeah... Tommy is taking the hit,” Cain returned.
Rico nodded, satisfied.
“No chance for a blowback.”
He plodded across the path of the well-kept cemetery, past Natasha, and came to a stop beside Rose. He stared mour
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Gorevoy paused as he drank from his glass.“But, Rico and I, had high ambitions. A rural farm just couldn't contain it. In the day, we worked on the farm. In the evening, we went with the trucks going into the city, where we picked pockets. We had plans of migrating to America. Rico's father had been an American who had migrated to Russia, got married, and started a farm, so Rico was obsessed with the thought of going back to his fatherland. We saved what we got from our pick-pocketing. After two years, we had enough money to move to America. But, before we migrated, I had my first sex with your mother. She was sixteen then. She was against me leaving her and going to America. Your mother saw the thirst for money in me, and she knew such thirst would only lead me to something bad. I guess that was why she regarded me as bad in her letter and never told me about you. But, funnily enough, she kept in contact with me all the time I was in America until I went to prison. She
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Gorevoy turned away from her. As he walked back to his chair, he said, his voice bitter, “Not to a daughter who has developed feelings, and married my arch enemy. But, I would tell you how much Rico's head is worth to me. Ten million dollars. Just to let you know that, you wouldn't be losing this quality of lifestyle even if Rico dies.” He paused, then turned to her. “It just depends on where your loyalty is going to lie. To your father or his betrayer?”“You can't blame me for getting married to Jamie, dad.”“I don't blame you, daughter. You did what you had to do to survive. I'm just asking you, now that you know the story, where are you going to stand? With your father or with your husband?”…
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