Page 50 of Prey of the Bratva

“I do,” I whispered, gulping in loudly.

I had never felt more wanted in my entire life.

We both finally stepped outside, back in action. The house had changed since I had turned it into the headquarters for my operation. It was no longer a place we were hiding in. It had become something else entirely. A center of operation and a space that pulsed with quiet purpose. Everyone moved with awareness now. With precision.

Even around him. Especially around him.

The earlier distrust for Kliment had ended completely, and everyone knew he was as much a part of this operation as they were. No one underestimated him either. No one could. Hewas the kind of man who left no room for his decision to be questioned. That mattered more than anything.

I stepped into the main room, already focused.

“What do we have?”

Diane turned her laptop towards me immediately. “We have a confirmed movement.”

Sera leaned against the table, arms crossed and expression sharp. “But it’s not Volkov.”

“Of course not,” I said. “He doesn’t move unless he has to. He has his minions doing the jobs for him.”

“Exactly,” she replied. “I think we have found one of the minions.”

Viktor stepped forward then, placing a file down on the table. He, too, had become part of the planning.

“This is your target.”

I looked down at the name before me. Anton Sidorov. The name settled quickly. Sidorov was young, somewhere in his mid-thirties, and rising fast in bratva circles. That was worth noting since he was not Bratva-born, which meant that he was ambitious enough to be dangerous and cruel enough to be effective.

I scanned the details, my mind already moving ahead.

“He’s in Miami,” I said.

“For now,” Viktor confirmed. “He’s overseeing redistribution at the docks because it seems as if Volkov is expanding control.”

“When is he moving?” Kliment asked, standing beside me.

“Within the week,” Viktor said. “He’s not staying long.”

That decided it. I straightened slightly, meeting Sera’s gaze first. Then Diane’s. Then the rest of them.

“I’m leading this.”

There was no hesitation in my voice, and clearly room for argument.

Sera didn’t even blink. “Obviously.”

Diane nodded once. “You have all of our support, Misha.”

“I know.”

Alina spoke from the side, quiet but firm. “I’ll handle the surveillance so we have the latest intel.”

“Good.”

I turned slightly then, my gaze landing on Kliment. He had been silent until now, watching, assessing.

“Can you take care of the logistics and getting us more men to accompany us in the operation?” I asked.

He nodded once. “Consider it handled.”