Page 77 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

Night had fallen an hour ago, leaving the warehouse lot dark and full of shadows. We’d parked far enough away that they wouldn’t hear us coming. I looked up and east when I exited the SUV with Elena in front of me. “Snipers.” I jerked my chin toward the roofline, and Viktor followed my line of sight.

“And soldiers at every entrance." Leo handed us our weapons before taking the lead.

A full contingent of soldiers, if my quick head count meant anything as he darted down dark alleys and wound his way closer to the building.

We didn’t need to discuss our plan, and I was not willing to wait and see what happened to Peyton if we stormed the warehouse with guns blazing. Instead, we concentrated our efforts on a small side door at the back of the building.

Leo took out the first guard, Viktor the second. I eliminated the third and fourth, and we slipped through the door undetected.

More soldiers fell beneath our knives and suppressed pistols. Crouching, we weaved our way through a maze of storage rooms. I paused once and pulled Elena close. “Have you ever been here before?”

She gulped and shook her head.

Fine. I hadn’t wanted to remove her gag anyway because of the risk of her shouting and alerting them to our presence.

Leo tucked his shoulder against a stack of pallets and peered around them. “Distribution chambers ahead, and docking bays on the other side.”

“If I were him, I’d have her in the center of the building. Hardest place to get to.” Viktor checked his weapon before holstering it and taking out a second knife.

I pushed Elena ahead of me, my fingers digging into her arm. “The blueprints showed an office space in the center.” We’d already been making our way in that general direction, and I agreed with Viktor’s assessment.

“Eyes open.” Leo gave our old command, the one that snapped me back ten years before I had a chance to quiet the memories.

Viktor took the lead, slipping around the pallets of product. “Found our stuff.” He tapped his knife handle on one of the boxes that boasted our ship’s name on the slip attached to the side.

Figured Anton would be egotistical enough to hide Peyton in the same warehouse as the product he’d stolen from us.

The man had no morals, and sometimes no common sense. Oh, well. It worked in our favor this time.

A soldier rounded the opposite corner. His eyes had time to round in surprise as Viktor’s knife flashed and he ended in a puddle at Viktor’s feet.

Steps scuffled on the concrete behind me. I shoved Elena toward Leo when he turned, lifting my arm to block the overhead knife attack aimed at my back.

Interesting.

He’d gone for the quiet kill instead of trying to shoot me.

Then again, we all wore bulletproof vests. Maybe he was a crap shot and didn’t think he could blow my head off from two feet away. Idiot.

I knifed him in the side of the neck, then shoved his body into a shadowed corner before resuming my watch over Elena.

Two more turns, and a set of metal stairs led up to an office space with windows on every side. And there, right in the center of one window, was Peyton.

“Trap.” I hissed at Leo, who tapped Viktor once on the shoulder.

He nodded. “No choice.”

We were both right, and I agreed with Viktor. Peyton was alive, and we were too close to give up. We crept up the steps, each of us keeping watch in a different direction.

No one stopped us. Which meant we’d either been successful in our sneak attack or they were inside waiting to ambush us.

Viktor reached the top first and peered in the window. “Just Peyton.”

That was all it took for all of us to charge into the room.

Peyton’s eyes flew wide. Tears streaked her cheeks, and she thrashed from side to side. “You came.”

“Of course they did.” Anton stepped out from a locker beside Peyton and pressed a gun to her temple.