30 Mariotte 4 (2/2)
Ci-ci laughed. ”Did you think that because your little gang can run wild in a small city like this one that you had the right to puff your chests out? The true crime families don't strut around stealing candy from babies. Your Latka family is so scared of consequences that you don't even dare to leave your mark clearly for the world to see. I really want to know what gives you such confidence.”
There was not a single word Ci-ci spoke that was false. Why was it that he and Milana couldn't tell that anything was out of the ordinary until they walked into Petrov Technologies? It was because this supposed gang didn't dare to leave any signs of their break-in for the outside world to see.
”I see.” Abram's response was surprisingly calm, a striking contrast to the volcanic eruption of emotions his men underwent. ”You believe that my family is weak for such pseudo intellectual reasonings. The legend of Ci-ci Bell really doesn't live up to its hype.”
Despite his response, Ci-ci wasn't angered. Just then, Abram's accent had slightly slipped into its Russian roots.
For this to happen, it was clear that Abram lost control of himself for an instant. No matter how he covered it up, Ci-ci's attention to detail was too sharp.
Ci-ci stood. ”Consider this a warning. If you dare to mess with my business or my leader again, I won't be meeting you with such friendly ambiance. I'll storm into your territory and cut you off from the source.”
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With those final words, Ci-ci left.
The room descended into silence. The burly men knew that their Young Bear was angered, so they didn't dare to speak.
The title Young Bear wasn't something given so easily. Although they were called The Russians, they only controlled a corner of The Ghettos. However, their young heir still earned this prominent title, a matter of pride for the Latka family.
Young Bear, Young Wolf, Young Eagle, Young Shark, and Young Lion. There were so many members of their younger generation, yet only five titles. There was a reason Abram Latka had one of them.
”Go break his arms and legs.” Abram finally spoke. ”Does he believe that he can come and go as he pleases? The Latka family isn't so soft. Don't worry about the manager, we've long since pocketed this branch.”
**
On his way out, Ci-ci was oblivious to this order, but it was a toss up as to whether or not he'd care if he did know because right now, he was met with a completely new headache.
Outside the Mariotte, a crowd of bustling and jostling reporters stood with blinding and flashing cameras.
The worst part? The doors were glass and they had already spotted him.