Chapter 6 The Price of Alliance

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA(THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE)

The Pakhan's birthday party had come to a close, and the guests began to disperse. Some lingered to wish him a happy birthday, offering congratulations and praise for the lavish celebration.

The La Famiglia De Luca stood apart, observing the scene from a secluded distance. The Capo of the La Famiglia De Luca took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Pakhan's figure. The weight of years and power was evident in Pakhan's demeanor, and the Capo knew that approaching him required careful consideration.

"Barino, what's the plan?" the Capo asked quietly, his voice barely audible over the fading music.

Barino, standing beside him, nodded discreetly. "We've been waiting for the right moment, Capo. Perhaps now, with the celebration winding down, would be ideal."

The Capo nodded thoughtfully.

Ronan's gaze locked onto the Pakhan, noticing the dwindling crowd around him. His eyes narrowed, and he turned to face them, his voice low and urgent. "People are no longer surrounding him, Capo. This is our chance. We must avenge Giovanni."

Capo Ivan's expression turned resolute, and he nodded curtly. "Alright, let's go." With a unified purpose, they began to march towards Pakhan.

As the La Famiglia De Luca's approached the Pakhan, Adrian and Igor stepped forward, blocking their path.

Capo Ivan De Luca introduced himself, his voice smooth and calculated. "I am Ivan De Luca, from Lafamiglia De Luca. I'd like to wish Pakhan a happy birthday."

Adrian and Igor exchanged skeptical glances, their faces impassive. "I'm afraid that's not possible," Adrian said firmly. "Pakhan is not receiving visitors at this time."

The Pakhan's gaze shifted towards the group, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene. His expression changed, and he nodded curtly. "Let them through," he instructed, his voice calm and authoritative.

Adrian and Igor hesitated, clearly surprised by the Pakhan's order. Donatella, standing behind Ivan, cast a piercing glare at Adrian, her eyes flashing with a warning. Adrian's eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by the intensity of her gaze.

"Let them through, now," The Pakhan repeated, his voice firm. Adrian and Igor stepped aside, their faces neutral, but Adrian's eyes flicked to Ivan De Luca, a flash of curiosity and wariness in his gaze. Ivan nodded slightly, his eyes locked on Pakhan, as they moved forward to meet him.

As the La Famiglia De Luca approached the Pakhan, they halted in unison and bowed their heads slightly. In perfect harmony, they chimed in, "Happy birthday, Pakhan." The Pakhan's expression softened, and he nodded his head in appreciation. "Thank you," he murmured.

Ivan stepped forward, a smile on his face. "Pakhan, allow me to introduce myself and my family. I am Ivan De Luca, the Capo of La Famiglia De Luca." He gestured to his right. "By my right is my right-hand man and personal guard, Ronan Marino." Then, he gestured to his left. "And by my left is one of my underbosses, Barino Moretti."

Ivan's gaze swept behind him, and he continued, "Behind us is my family: my wife, Anastasia; my first daughter, Valerie; my second daughter, Donatella; and my youngest daughter, Ariana." The Pakhan's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the De Luca family, his eyes lingered on Donatella the most expression unreadable.

Ivan's eyes locked onto the Pakhan's, his expression respectful. "Pakhan, it's an honor to meet you. I believe our families share common interests, and I'd like to discuss potential opportunities for cooperation. Perhaps we could speak in private?"

The Pakhan's expression changed. He raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Ivan's bold suggestion. "Private?" Pakhan repeated, his voice low and measured. "What makes you think I'd be interested in such a discussion, Ivan De Luca?"

Ivan De Luca's smile never wavered. "Let's just say, Pakhan, that I believe our families could benefit greatly from an alliance. The details, however, would be better discussed without... unnecessary ears."

The Pakhan's eyes narrowed, intrigued despite himself. He nodded slowly, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice. "Very well. Let's speak in private."

THE PAKHAN'S OFFICE

The Pakhan's office was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. The La Famiglia De Luca's stood before the Pakhan, their faces etched with desperation. Adrian and Igor, the Pakhan's guards, stood sentinel at the door.

Ivan took a deep breath, launching into the tale of the five-year war with the La Mano Roja, the death of Giovanni Bianchi, and the current threat from the Mexicans. His voice cracked with emotion as he spoke of the losses they'd suffered.

"We can't just sit and wait for them to destroy us," Ivan pleaded, his eyes welling up with tears. "I beg of you, Pakhan, please consider an alliance with us. If we can work together, I believe the Mexicans will leave us be."

Ivan dropped to his knees, Ronan and Barino following suit, their faces filled with determination.

The Pakhan's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes narrowed slightly as Ivan spoke. "This is all my fault," Ivan continued, his voice shaking. "Giovanni's death... everything."

The women moved to kneel as well, but the Pakhan raised a hand. "Enough," he said, his voice firm. "You are not meant to be here for this discussion. Leave."

The guards stepped forward, escorting the women from the room. Once the door closed behind them, the Pakhan leaned back in his chair, his finger tracing his lip as he pondered the proposal.

The Pakhan's eyes glazed over as he fell into thought, his finger still tracing his lip. Ivan De Luca and the others held their breath, waiting for his response.

The Pakhan nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "During the preparation for my seventieth birthday, one of my advisors mentioned your family and the death of your Consigliere. I'm sorry for your loss."

Ivan's face twisted in a mixture of grief and gratitude. "Thank you, Pakhan."

The Pakhan's expression turned calculating. "We will surely need something in return, even if we are to accept your request." Ivan's eyes shone with hope, and he leaned forward.

"Sit" the Pakhan said, and Ivan and the others scrambled to their feet and settled on the seats in front of the Pakhan.

As they sat, the Pakhan's eyes drifted off again, lost in thought. After a moment, he focused on Adrian and Igor. "I need privacy with them. Leave us."

Adrian's brow furrowed. The Pakhan's expression turned stern. "Just let me handle this."

Adrian and Igor exchanged a glance but nodded and left the room, closing the door behind them. The Pakhan's eyes returned to Ivan and the others.

The Pakhan leaned forward, "This is meant to be a secret," he warned, his voice low. "I can die anytime soon, and I want my second grandson to be the future Pakhan of the Bratva. He's the only one with the power and potential to lead our empire."

Ivan, Ronan, and Barino exchanged confused glances, unsure what to make of the Pakhan's words.

The Pakhan continued, "He needs to have a wife before he can become Pakhan, but he's not interested. He's only twenty-eight, but he has a wise mind... for now."

The Pakhan relaxed in his seat, his lips pursed in thought. "You have three daughters," he said, his eyes glinting with calculation.

Ivan's gaze met Ronan's, and they seemed to share a moment of understanding. The Pakhan's eyes never left theirs as he spoke.

"I only need one thing from you for us to seal this alliance," he said, his voice measured. "One of your daughters must marry my grandson."

Ivan stood up, his face resolute. "No, as much as I want this alliance, I cannot give one of my daughters to the Bratva," he said firmly. "Please request something else."

The Pakhan's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing. "Are you sure you need help?" he asked, his voice dripping with menace.

Ivan's eyes glazed over, his face a mask of exhaustion and confusion. The Pakhan's words hung in the air, weighing heavily on him.

"No matter what, we'll never treat your daughter badly," the Pakhan said, his voice firm. "She'll become the wife of my second grandson, Mikhail Morozov. He's cold, but he'll respect her. My grandson doesn't joke with me, so I'm sure he'll do as I say."

The Pakhan leaned forward, his eyes locked on Ivan's. "I'm not asking much. It's the only way to seal this alliance. I'll give you this night to think about it. I'll have my people prepare a guest apartment for you and your family to stay in tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll bring the contract, and we'll sign it. If you don't agree,then there's no alliance between the Bratva and the La Famiglia De Luca."

Ivan, Ronan, and Barino nodded numbly, their faces etched with pain. "Yes, Pakhan," Ivan muttered, his voice barely audible.

As they left the room, the women rushed towards them, concern etched on their faces. "What happened?" Anastasia asked, her voice trembling.

Ivan's eyes dropped, and he shook his head. "We need a break," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

The group trudged along, their faces downcast, their eyes filled with pain and uncertainty. They didn't know what to think or say anymore. The weight of the Pakhan's request hung over them like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over their future.