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hurting his image is the best way to hurt him.”
    “Exactly.”
    Dimitri glanced at Anatoli. He could see the wheels turning in his brother’s head. It was apparent that they needed to find a whole series of ways to make Boris Rustikov look weak and ineffectual as a leader. Even if it just involved making him look foolish in public. So simple, yet as Toni pointed out, it could have a profound effect on the way a man viewed himself.
    “If you’ll excuse me, gentleman?” She turned around, obviously on her way back to her room.
    “You want to talk to my sister, don’t you?” Dimitri threw the question out, even though it really wasn’t much of a question. He already knew the answer.
    She paused, looking at him with a hooded gaze he could not read. “Yes.”
    “Tomorrow,” Dimitri decided. “You can speak to her then.”
    “Thank you.” She gave a nod and then left the room.
    Dimitri gazed at Anatoli. It was very obvious that the two of them were on very different wavelengths when it came to their thoughts on the topic of Katya. Yet now they had a common purpose of sorts. Surely this would make things better between them.
    “If you were Boris Rustikov,” Dimitri began slowly. “What would make you feel foolish?”
    “Impotence,” Anatoli answered immediately. “Or at least an inability to pick up women. Think about Kayta. She’s young and beautiful. The man has just lost his wife. His daughter ran away. He’s going to want to establish some sort of dominance over women. Even if it is only in his head.”
    “Perfect,” Dimitri muttered. “So we find out where he’s hunting and we do everything we can to dissuade the feminine population from accepting his advances.”
    Anatoli snorted. “That shouldn’t be hard. Look at the guy. I still can’t imagine how he ever gets laid to begin with.”
    “Yeah?” Dimitri said wryly. “Perhaps the person to ask about that is Katya. Obviously he used the right line on her.”
    “I still don’t get that!” Anatoli stabbed his fingers through his hair in frustration. “How does a beautiful woman like our sister ever fall for an ugly old fart like Boris Rustikov?”
    “Perhaps that’s the most important question that we haven’t looked at yet.” Dimitri knew that wasn’t going to be the case any longer. He was going to find out what Boris had said to Katya in order to seduce her, and then he was going to use it to crush him.

Chapter Five
      Dimitri sat back in his chair and took a long look at the interior of what was apparently Boris Rustikov’s favorite hangout. The lounge atmosphere reeked of money. The place belonged to one of the richest Russian mafia men in the organization. Yuri Nikalevich held territory up and down the harbor. He laundered money, ran casinos, and supplied brothels with women from Central Europe and Asia. He was an arrogant prick, but he was a rich, successful man who also had several public officials in his pocket.
    The lounge was all old world elegance with its dark wood and expensive antique furnishings. The crystal was real. The chandeliers were imported. And the staff was both beautiful and deferential.
    “Dimitri!”
    Yuri himself approached Dimitri’s table with his arms out wide and a huge grin on his face. He was a man in his mid forties who still maintained a trim, athletic figure. Dimitri had no doubt that Yuri could still brawl with the same brutal efficiency he’d been known for in his younger years.
    “Yuri,” Dimitri said with a nod of respect. “How is business these days?”
    Yuri glanced around at the dining room crowded with patrons enjoying themselves, and the full house back in the lounge. “I can’t complain. The restaurant is doing well, and everything else seems to be falling into place as well. And you?”
    Dimitri shrugged. “Business as usual. Anatoli and I are fine. Things are good.”
    “And yet you sit here with no woman to keep you company, nursing a single drink and watching the room as