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friend’s suggestion.
    “Why not ? I know you’ve been messing with him at almost every party. He’s been in your pants since he got here. You’re not fooling anybody. Hell, he’s with you every time the gang is together. It’s just the three of us Friday night. The party’s not until Saturday.”
    “Who knows about us?”
    “Everybody, silly,” Jennifer said, laughing. “Are you really that naive to think no one was paying attention to the smoking-hot black chick and the Russian prince? Get real, girl. The only secret is that everyone knows your secret.”
    “Shut up,” Rochelle said, embarrassed and feeling exposed. “Who I hook-up with is my business. Besides, we’re not an item. I don’t have time for dating and he goes home in June. And my dad would beat all the black off my ass if he knew I was with a white boy.”
    That took Jennifer back a bit. “I never would have guessed that with your father. Sounds like he’s as racist as those Klansmen running around here.”
    “Why do you think they leave him alone?” Rochelle smirked, catching Jennifer by surprise. “Nah, he’s just real conservative and wants to see me marry a black man.”
    “Like that big buck working your farm?” Jennifer couldn’t hold back.
    Having heard that, Rochelle started to think of Chris. Her father would love to see them together. She liked Chris and how he treated her. They hadn't spent a lot of time together, but she could still remember every moment. As strong as he was, he had the gentlest hands. He never once hurt her or made her uncomfortable. But to her, he was nothing more than a poor-ass black man slaving on a farm―she wanted more.
    “Why not. I’ll ask him,” said Rochelle.
    “Perfect!” Jennifer was excited. “I’ll see you and Mikhail Friday night.”
     
    ***
     
    Mikhail Rimsky was the hot, dark-haired Russian exchange student. A true European heart throb. His family was from Volgograd, a transshipment center of Russia that hosted a large railroad hub and major port along the Volga River. No one knew that Mikhail’s father was a mob boss who controlled all the industrial and commercial shipping in and out of Volgograd.
    Mikhail had two older brothers in America along with several cousins. Nikolay Rimsky ran a couple of nightclubs and restaurants in New York, which were mere fronts for laundering money from drugs and gun running. Peter Rimsky was planted in Cincinnati with a lucrative construction company. He, too, operated a nightclub which was a front for illegal operations. In Columbus, Ohio, Peter operated a college bar and a restaurant near the Ohio State campus where he got his start twenty years ago. The Rimsky brothers were good earners for their father. They had loyal crews who were smart and low key. They kept the right people paid off, and made sure that all business was kept off the street and out of the public’s eye. Any policing that had to be done was performed quietly and discretely.
    Mikhail’s father used a few political connections to get him approved as an exchange student for America. At first, Mikhail wasn’t interested in heading to America, but he was left with no choice―he had been caught stealing out of rail cars from the very people who were paying the Rimskys for protection. And a war was beginning in the city of Saratov―northeast of Volgograd―where the Rimsky family didn’t enjoy a stronghold. The last thing the don wanted was for his seventeen-year-old son to be caught in a crossfire that didn’t involve the family.
    The plan was for Mikhail to attend school in Cincinnati or in New York where he would have one of his older brothers nearby. But the closest Mikhail could get to Cincinnati was the small foothills of Ashland, Kentucky, about two hours away.
    Mikhail spent his senior year living with the Cartwrights, a conservative middle-class family with two daughters. Tricia, the oldest, was in Mikhail’s senior class. Tammy was just starting her freshman