4. King of the Bratva
4. King of the Bratva Rogue's POV I sat across from one of my old enemies, Rocco Elsionè, sipping from the glass of my drink. My boys thought he was here for a fight and got excited. After all, it has been two whole months since we last used our weapons and smelled the delicious scent of blood on our fingers. But the fucker didn't come with the intent to fight. No one would dare if you ask me. 'No one but you.' My wolf, Clover, claimed. 'Only you've got the lunatic bone in your body that makes you invade others' territories and instigate them for a conflict.'A grin spilled on my lips as I took another sip, watching Elsionè exhibiting the sample of powders he claims he's got shipped from Germany. "Just sniff this thing, Cordiero. One lick and you'll forget your worries." He scooped some on his forefinger and offered me. I continued to sit impassively. Elsionè forced a chuckle, "I ain't killing you today, Cordiero. Some other day maybe. Calm down." He remarked as if I was really
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