Alexey wanted to tell him to fuck off, but instead he took the key and slipped it into his computer.He only had to wait a few seconds for his computer to read it, then open a window containing a single video.He double-clicked the video and waited a moment for it to load, running a hand down his face.
The footage was dark, but he knew exactly what he was seeing.It was the street where he was attacked.He had just come from a business meeting.There was a guy who had intel on Morello’s whereabouts, and he was willing to sell it for protection—someone named Carlos Moranto or some shit like that.Before he’d even left the alleyway, his car was rammed, not once but twice, and somehow managed to get flipped onto its roof.Two of his men fired bullets, taking out at least three of their attackers, but it wasn’t enough.
He crossed his fingers over his heart, sending a little prayer for the two men that lost their lives.
Alexey watched himself as he crawled out from the car.He watched as he got shot, and then his last guard, Bruno, attempted to save him.One of the bullets that hit Bruno and killed him went through the other man as well.That was how close it had come.
Alexey had looked into the eyes of Frank Morello, and he’d known he was going to die.It was playing out a lot faster in front of him.
He’d not been afraid.Even now as he watched it.To him, he had lost.He let his guard down, and Frank took full advantage.His men didn’t stand a chance against the ambush.
And then, just as Frank was about to fire his weapon, he never got a chance as the old beat-up car came hurtling down the street.Not a single hesitation as Frank fell, and seconds later Jane came out.It had all been hazy on that night, but she had responded.
That was not what was troubling Alexey as he watched this security footage from one of the street cameras.It was clear as day who had killed Frank Morello.It was not him, nor some innocent bystander.Alexey saw the license plate.
He turned off the video and pulled the key from his computer.“How did you get this?”he asked.
“Our cop gave this to me.”
“Fuck,” Alexey said.
“What?”Nikolai said.“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?I thought you would like to see this shit.By some fucking miracle, you’re alive and breathing, and that girl saved your life.I have a feeling Frank wasn’t exactly acting on orders.”
“That’s the point,” Alexey said.“We got a copy of this.Do you think we’re the only ones that got a copy?Vincent is out for war.If Vincent gets a copy of this, do you think he is just going to let it slide?”
“Oh, shit,” Nikolai said.
“Tell me you put some men on her for her safety.”
“No, man, you didn’t order it.You told us to leave her the fuck alone.”
He didn’t want to be tempted, so he cut off all connections.
“If we have this, it’s only a matter of time before someone alerts Vincent.We need to go and we need to go right now.”Alexey had never considered himself a savior.There was no room in his life to save anyone.
He fought.
He tortured.
He killed.
There was no room to help someone.
Jane had helped him, and if his gut feeling was right, it was now time for him to return the favor.
