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"Akira, I'm really sorry but I have to go, like right now," I rushed out to find him nowhere in sight. The night was unusually still and empty as though it foreshadowed some horrible tragedy. I sighed in disappointment. He had been there, right before me, how did he manage to disappear so fast.
Discouraged, I decided to go back home and drop this ludicrous mission. Big decisions are awaiting and starting tomorrow, I better be ready for them. I circled around an empty police car parked in front of an alley and when I looked around I gasped sharply. What chilled me to the bone wasn't the car but the scene I was witnessing.
Ivan was standing there, partially shrouded in the darkness, with his back turned to me and his head fixed downwards. He was staring down at what lay beneath him. On the floor was the corpse of a man, his body still bleeding. Ivan's tall figure stood motionless with a gun in his hand.
My heart rate had slowed down to a crawl, lulled by the terror in me.
Gently, okay? You have to move slowly. Whatever you do, don't make a sound. Don't make a single sound,I repeated to myself and held my breath. I began to step back when I hit the hood of the car and, with a catlike swiftness, Ivan immediately spun around and pointed the gun at me.
What the hell?! This isn’t happening.
He narrowed his eyes and I could see shock in his expression as he stepped closer.
"Audrey?"
Chapter 8 - Ivan
The time had finally come.
The target was the Bianchi headquarters situated on N Street. As was his specialty, Anton had stalked and studied everyone associated with the Bianchi family, all its active capos as well as their movements and preferences. The plan was a swift attack on the place, with the aim of dealing as much damage as possible in one fell swoop. All exit points would be sealed off and the chief targets would be the top figures of the family, especially the don. Everything was to proceed like clockwork.
Nothing, however, could’ve prepared me for what happened in the end.
"You'll be taking point on the battlefield, my dear Anton," I told him after I took him aside, "Unfortunately, I have a senator to meet with this night at the Sinner's Paradise but once I'm done, I'll join you guys."
"No problem, boss," he bowed.
"Just try not to die out there, old man," I teased him.
"If I go down, who'd be here to watch after you?" He smirked.
"Fine. I will never again insinuate you’re too old for this shit.” I smiled.
"In any case, is everything in place?” I asked even though I knew Anton had it all handled.
“Yes, boss.”
“Good. See you soon.” With that, the plan was in motion.
I drove to the club on my own. My meeting with senator James Ford was going to be a very brief one. In and out, that was the plan.
Of all the times to set up a meeting,I groaned. Ford did say it was something urgent and for his sake, it better was. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and raced through theroad. Anton reported live to me, informing me that all the cars had covered the various vital points of the building. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and they were now awaiting my orders.
"Just hold your positions," I instructed as I pulled over next to the Sinner's Paradise.
"Yes, Boss," Anton's deep voice replied.
I quickly moved through the crowd and headed for the VIP section. My eyes drifted to the bar and the memory of the beautiful girl I had met there resurfaced. A powerful nostalgia took hold of me as her image formed before me and the soft touch of her skin glided over mine like that of a ghost. The bar was however empty this night.
Way to go there, old sport. What's next for us? Poetry?I scoffed at myself. I craved a smoke and it became a necessity for me to leave this place as fast as possible.
Begin the attack,I texted Anton.
Confirmed,Anton immediately replied.
"Ah, Mr. Zolotov," the stout and slightly obese politician immediately rose on seeing me. He was sweating and his manners were overly nervous.
"Speak, Ford, and for your sake, you better have not wasted my time," I glared at him, ignoring his greetings and handshake.
