Oskar stealing from us wasn’t random.
This was him trying to compensate for the losses he took—and his twisted version of revenge against our faction.
But Rinaldi had only been dead a couple of months. Oskar had been buying the products for over a year. Which only meant that he was fucking supplying our product to Rinaldi’s men. Son of a bitch.
“Is everything okay?” Sienna asked softly.
There was a softness to her in that moment. It was the first time in days she actually looked like…her.
“I'm fine,” I said evenly, though my anger simmered under my skin. “You did a great job. Now go to bed and rest. You earned it.”
She nodded, but the second she stood, she swayed. I shot up and caught her, cocooning her in my arms.
“Are you okay?” I asked, tenderly.
“I guess I pushed myself too hard,” she whispered.
“And I’m proud of you,” I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But now it’s time for bed.”
I scooped her up. She didn’t protest, thank fuck, and I carried her to her room. I laid her down, then kicked off my shoes and got into bed beside her. She curled into me instantly, her head against my shoulder.
Now that we had a name, I knew it was only a matter of time before she’d say she was ready to leave. So whatever time I had left with her, I’d make damn sure it was good.
“Rest, angel. You deserve it.”
She fell asleep within minutes. I stayed another hour, letting the softness of her body take the edge off, before I finally slipped out of the bed and headed to my room.
The second the door shut behind me, the anger resurfaced and turned into fury, hitting me like a sledgehammer.
If fucking Oskar Mosav thought he could buy goods stolen from us and walk away untouched, he was out of his goddamn mind. The bastard wasn’t even on my radar to pullsomething like this. And the fact that I didn’t check our “allies” first made me pissed.
I swapped my dress clothes for black jeans, a T-shirt, and boots. I checked both guns strapped to my chest to ensure they were fully loaded, then threw on a leather jacket and slipped some lock-picking tools into my pocket, together with a black mask.
I texted Wexler and told him that I was leaving, but I didn’t wait for him to reach the house. I headed straight to my car, started the engine, and drove off with one place in mind.
I needed to dig deeper into Oskar, but there was no damn way I was letting Sienna grind herself into the ground for my war. From here on out, this part was mine.
Once I reached his location, I’d find something, anything, I could use as leverage. A secret. A weakness. A pressure point.
Something I could hold against him like a loaded gun.
Something that would make Oskar Mosav think twice before crossing us again.
Something that would make the bastard remember why the Safin Bratva is feared.
I parked two blocks away from the location, far enough to stay off any cameras, close enough to run if shit went sideways. I still had no idea what I was walking into.
I pulled on my mask, which covered my entire face, minus my eyes, and moved in silence, slipping on black leather gloves I always kept in the car. Every step was cautious, every sound around me catalogued. My gun stayed in my hand, safety off, finger ready.
When I got close enough, I dropped low behind a thick line of shrubs. The building looked like a warehouse. It was old,with steel sidings, a few lights flickering outside. But I didn't hear any movement coming from inside.
My eyes scanned the perimeter. Cameras were tucked high in the trees, another two mounted at the front entrance. The tech looked expensive and the wiring was clean, almost unnoticeable. Oskar hadn’t cheaped out; this was top-tier security.
So where the fuck were the guards?
Either they’d gone invisible…or someone wanted this place to look abandoned. Both options were shit.
Staying low, I circled wide to avoid the cameras and slipped through the back entrance after picking the lock. I almost expected to hear an alarm go off, but I didn't. However, that didn't mean there weren't silent alarms. And if that was the case, I needed to hurry the fuck up.
