Despite guns being the preferred weapon for most, I love the thrill of bringing a knife to a gun fight. The feel of the cold steel in my hands. The way my opponent underestimates my abilities.
“Let’s do this.”
With eyes shifting around the space, we head inside. The Ivanov’s have messed with us one too many times, and now it’s time to end them once and for all.
Their main estate is a fortress—but lucky for us, they have a meeting in one of their warehouses tonight.
Inside, the light is dim, a musky smell permeates the air.
Voices carry from further down the hall. We follow the sound until we come to a door, left slightly ajar.
“I need the next batch by Friday.”
That voice. I’d recognize it anywhere.
“That’s not enough time.”
“I don’t care—get it done.”
A beat of silence.
“I can get you five by then.”
Five what?
A sharp exhale. “I need at least double that.”
“The Russos are breathing down our necks. It’s not that simple.”
“Make the problem fucking disappear.”
“You’re insane if you think we can just take them out.”
I nod to Dante.
He kicks the door in.
Chaos erupts. Gunfire explodes through the room.
My eyes find Lucas. His go wide—pure panic—before he bolts.
I raise my gun, but one of Ivanov’s men charges at me.
Perfect.
I let him get a few hits in before I draw the knife, burying it in his neck. He slumps against me, deadweight, before I shove him off.
Radomir Ivanov takes a shot. I twist, just missing the bullet.
“You fucker,” he snarls. “You dare come into my territory to threaten me?”
My voice is a blade. “You’re selling girls. You lost any right to call this your territory.”
He opens his mouth, but I don’t let him speak.
“Your son raped my sister. This was long overdue," I spit out.
A roar of anger slices through the chaos. A blurred body collides with Radomir.Papa.
