But tonight? It’s all about armor and readiness.
Looking around, most of the guys are in position, ready to strike.
“You good?” I nod.
We’re deep in Alek’s warehouse, and the air is thick with the foul stench of his sins. Decay, piss, and a darker odor that speaks of forbidden acts and broken souls permeate the place. Dimitri’s gaze is like a knife, slicing through the darkness, never settling, always searching.
Erik…he looks like he’s one wrong word away from snapping someone’s neck. As for me? Every fiber of my being screams for violence, a raw, unbridled need to unleash chaos. Yet Aleks is nowhere to be found. The slimy fucker is probably hiding in some hole, like the rat he is.
Tonight, however, Aleks isn’t the priority.
We’re here for Sophia’s worthless junkie brother and her dear friend. That’s the mission. That’s the fucking goal.
I keep my promise, always.
Beside us stands an army – the culmination of Mafia unity. Families that once spilled each other’s blood now stand shoulder to shoulder, a force of vengeance, ready to rain hell on Aleks and his goons.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice low.
Dimitri’s smirk is deadly, his voice dripping with menace. “Born ready. We grab the targets, and once they’re safe, we’re turning this shitshow into a bloodbath.”
Erik cracks his knuckles, a sound like gunshots in the tense air. “And when we find Aleks,” he murmurs, a wicked glint in his eyes, “I’ll personally ensure he begs for death before we’re done.”
We move deeper into the warehouse, blades glinting, guns at the ready. The halls are quiet, the silence shattered only by our footfalls and the occasional whimper from behind locked doors. We’ve already sliced the throats of a few of Aleks’s goons; their blood still clings to my knife, warm and slick.
The smell hits us first, a sickening combination of sweat, blood, and fear. It’s a stench I know all too well. We kick open door after door, each room a new horror.
Fuck.
This place is hell on Earth, filled with women and children from all over the world. They’re chained, beaten, used for pleasure. Their eyes are hollow, bodies scarred.
Dimitri’s face twists into a snarl, his eyes aflame with rage. “Fucking animals,” he spits, voice low and enraged.
The main door slams open, and Aleks’s goons come rushing in, guns blazing. They think they’ve got the upper hand. They’re wrong.
We move as one, a deadly dance of violence and bloodshed. Erik’s gun roars, taking down two in rapid succession. Dimitri’s blade is a flash of steel, slicing through flesh and bone, painting the walls red.
I feel alive, the rage inside me turning into a cold, focused fury. I plunge my knife into one goon’s throat, twist, and pull. He falls, choking on his own blood, and I move on to the next.
Bullets fly, screams echo, blood pools on the floor. This is hell, and we’re the demons coming to claim our due. One by one, Aleks’s men fall, their bodies broken and twisted, their eyes wide with terror as they realize they’re done for.
A goon rushes me, knife raised. I parry, slash, and his hand hits the floor, still clutching the blade. He howls in pain, but I don’t care. I kick him in the gut, and he falls, gasping. I finish him off with a bullet to the head.
Erik’s beside me, his face a mask of fury. “That’s the last of them,” he says, his voice rough. I nod, looking around at the carnage we’ve wrought.
Dimitri’s eyes are dark with anger as he surveys the room. “We’re not done here,” he growls.
“We need to get these people out. Get them out now,” I command onto my mouthpiece, my voice cold. “And D, make sure none of these bastards are left breathing.”
We move through the warehouse, methodical and ruthless. No one’s left alive. No one deserves to be.
The women behind the doors are crying, screaming, their voices colored with terror.
“D, you bring the men upstairs. Erik and I’ll handle the lower part,” I bark.
Dimitri nods, his face set in a grim line. “Got it.” He signals to some of our men; a quick flick of his hand, and they fall into line behind him, faces hard, guns ready.
They move quickly, finding a staircase that leads upwards, hidden in the shadows. The sounds of their footfalls echo through the empty halls.
