“It’s just a little hobby. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“You said you’re the baby. Any other siblings?”
“My sister Taya.”
Maxwell snapped his fingers at the women. They stopped and turned to him. With a wicked smile, he whispered in Russian, “Come.”
The blonde paused from licking the Asian woman’s asshole, wiped her mouth, and took in all of us in the room. Terror hit her eyes. The other women realized the same thing. The three hurried off the bed and followed Maxwell outside.
I directed my view back to the man that supposedly wasn’t Leonid. “Prove it.”
He kept his hands in the air. “Prove what?”
“Prove that you’re not Leonid.”
“My phone. Just do a search.”
I turned to Dima. “Check his phone and look up Aleksander Turgenev’s picture. This guy kind of looks like the one I saw, but I need to make sure.”
He headed over.
Maxwell returned, went over to the two women snorting, and clapped his hands. “Come.”
The same effect happened. They paused from their activity, took in all of us, and rushed away with him.
Maxwell winked at me. “You see? Skills.”
I eyed him. “Since when do you know Russian?”
“I can say come in any language.”
I decided not to ask why, certain the conversation would linger into debauchery.
Dima walked back and showed me the phone. “He’s right. The idiot is Leonid’s little brother.”
“Did he show you?” The dumb ass scratched his balls and then used the same hand to wipe at his nose. “Leonid told me to hide out here until those Asian guys killed you.”
I gripped the knife. “Come here.”
“Y-you understand now? I’m not the one you’re looking for.” He stepped off the bed and fell to the floor.
Maxwell returned. “All right. I’m back.”
I glanced his way. “I’m surprised you didn’t fuck them.”
“They reek of cocaine and stuffed animal. Even I have my limits, Misha.”
I smirked.
Maxwell shrugged. “But I did get their numbers. Once they get some sleep and take a nice shower, anything can happen.”
I returned to the Turgenev idiot.
Aleksander took his time rising from the floor. He stumbled over. Tiny cotton balls scattered across his erect dick. “You have to believe me. I would never mess with you. I didn’t even like my grandfather.”
Stepping to Aleksander, I wasted no time, raised the butcher knife, and slammed it into his chest. “Four.”
He crashed to the floor.
I smiled at Maxwell. “It’s a tie.”
“Bullshit. This motherfucker isn’t even a half a point.”
“Oh, really?” I scowled. “What happened to he’s the bad guy so he should be two points?”
“Fuck that. I get the green sword!” Maxwell rushed out of there.
What?!
“Dima, cut off Alexander’s head and bring it with us!” I chased after Maxwell.
It took us five minutes to find the swords. More men had come behind us. Blood and dead bodies littered the hallway. When we did, Maxwell found the green one and I picked up the blue.
“Ah-ha!” Maxwell raised it in the air. “It was my destiny!”
I studied mine and found that I actually preferred it better. “Perhaps it was.”
The cleaning crew passed us as we left Club Pleasure. I didn’t even glance at any of the staff knowing that they would be grimacing my way. We’d made a proper mess of the club. More than Valentina and Kazimir had ever done.
Maxwell whipped his sword from side to side. “We still didn’t get Leonid.”
I handed my sword to Anatoly. “But we have his baby brother’s head. I told Dima to grab it.”
Maxwell stopped ogling his sword. “What will you do with his head?”
“Send it to the Turgenev household.”
“Not a bad touch.” Maxwell sliced at the air.
“This needs to end, but every time I pull at one string, more strings unravel.”
“At least you have Ava.”
“I told her about Valentina and the baby.”
We walked out of Club Pleasure.
“I bet she was cool with it.”
“She was.”
Maxwell swung his sword by his side. “And have you talked to Valentina yet?”
“No.” I pulled out my phone and dialed her.
Maxwell shook his head. “That wasn’t a suggestion to call her. I doubt her drama will get fixed soon.”
“Or maybe it will.”
Annoyance rode Valentina’s voice. “What do you want?”
“To begin some form of parental visits with Natalya.”
“Are you in Paris?”
“I will be heading—”
She hung up.
I put the phone back in my pocket. “You’re right. I’ll deal with her later.”
Anatoly opened the limo door.
Maxwell climbed inside.
I followed.
He set the sword down and pulled out a joint. “What will you do if Valentina doesn’t let you see your daughter?”
“Kill her.” I glanced out the window.
Maxwell laughed. “No. I’m serious.”
I turned back to him. “Me too. If she denies me my child, I will kill her. It would have to be in a way that keeps the blame off me, but that’s what I will do.”
Maxwell held the joint in mid-air. “Yo. Kazimir would carry out an airtight investigation. There’s no way you could get away with it.”