The Emperor (The Tarot Club 2)
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"I challenge you to pick one mob - one mafia organisation, that doesn't have a Tommy or a Billy working for them."
Dimitri’s entire body stiffened beside me, and if I thought he didn't like Brenna before, now he absolutely despised her.
"Let me educate you." His voice was deceptively soft, and I shut my eyes to what I knew was coming.
Brenna hummed her delight, as if she was actually about to learn something.
"We are not the mafia or whatever bullshit ideology you've associated us with. We are the Bratva, and that means we take what is rightfully ours, and what we believe should be."
Brenna didn't seem to be deterred by him as she walked ahead of us while we took in the carnage.
"What are the repercussions for killing a Witch?" Dimitri's smooth voice dipped down my neck.
"Shut up!" I snapped, my elbow meeting that small soft spot between your ribs.