“Agreed. I say we capture Misha and force him to tell us what he’s been doing. With a confession, we will have all the power we need to kick him out of Chicago for good,” Art snaps.
I sigh, not seeing any other choice. It is an extreme route to take, but I want Maria and our alliance to be safe.
Misha crossed too many lines, and it’s time to show him who is really in charge in Chicago.
“So, we’re all in agreement?” Joe asks. “We track him down and capture him?”
“Who?” she asks, standing in the doorway.
Fuck.
“Are you talking about going after my brother?” she asks, her face knitting in horror.
“Maria, he keeps attacking our warehouses. He won’t back off, and we have no choice but to do this,” Benedikt speaks gently, but it doesn’t change the stress and fear in her expression.
“Maria?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything.
“I…I understand. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt,” she sighs.
Benedikt stands and walks to her side. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed. Nothing is happening tonight, but you need to rest.”
She lets him lead her away.
I sigh and rub my hands over my jaw. “It’s better she knows, anyway. It’s not like we want to keep secrets from her. She has a right to know.”
Joe nods. “She does. It’s her brother.”
I stand up from the dinner table and roll my shoulders to try and ease the tension out of them. “I’m going to bed. Please wake me up if she needs anything.”
“Will do,” Artur nods. “I’m also headed to bed. I reckon we should take turns sitting up to watch her? I can take the first shift?”
“I’ll take the first shift. I’m not tired yet,” Joe says, standing up too.
“Give me an hour or two of sleep, then I’ll take over,” I call out as I leave the room and head up to my bed.
It’s been one hell of a day, and tomorrow is going to be busy, too.
We all need as much rest as we can get.
Chapter 27 - Artur
“I’ve got a team tracking him. Whenever we’re ready, we can go straight for him,” Joe explains.
It’s the morning after our discussion, where we came to the agreement that the only way to end this is to go after Misha. I lay awake last night, unable to sleep because I’ve waited a very long time for this moment. The moment when I get revenge on the men who ripped my life away from me.
“Where is he now?” Benedikt asks.
“Near South Beach. Eating breakfast at a cafe there.”
I sigh, the tension in my body escalating. Nervous excitement mixed with a growing urgency.
“I say we take him when he leaves there. We can drive him to the docks and lock him in the storage unit underground. I’ll make him talk,” I say, clenching my fists.
“Are you sure? I don’t think he’s going to give up that easily. Maybe you’re too close to this whole thing?” Joe says.
“Don’t even try and take this from me, Joseph.” My voice is low and dangerous. I don’t intend to come across so dark, but my emotions are spilling over.
Joseph nods.
