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“Here,” Isay calls, beckoning me over to a side door on the right. “You should enter here first. We’ll follow you through the larger door.”
The door is held closed with a flimsy lock. Forget kicking it down—I could blow it down.
It’s a trap, I think. Akim is setting a trap again. Just like last time.
Or he’s overconfident. He’s holding the woman I love in a shitty garage with no guards out front because he underestimates me.
I weigh the two options, but it’s not a choice. One means I take a risk and try to get Luna back. The other means I turn and leave.
And there is no fucking chance I’m walking away.
I kick hard just to the left of the handle and the door shatters inward.
Without taking a step, I take down two of Akim’s soldiers where they stand stupid in the middle of the concrete pad. Then the garage door rolls open.
It’s a barrage of gunfire and yelling, but Akim’s soldiers don’t stand a chance. They aren’t prepared. They had no idea what was coming for them. I almost feel bad.
Then I see Akim.
The bleached blonde asshole is running from cover to cover on his way to the back door. I forget everything else as I beeline directly for him.
A bullet whizzes past my head close enough that I feel my hair move, but I don’t stop.
He’s here. That means Luna is here, too.
“Cover him!” Isay barks from behind me. It’s something Nik would say.
It makes sense. Nik has been training Isay for the last two years. I’m sure my brother said something along the lines of, “Yakov will try to kill himself. Don’t let him.”
But running at Akim has nothing to do with killing myself and everything to do with not letting that rat slip through my fingers.
Akim peeks his head over the top of a table just as I reach the other side of it. I flip the table over on him. He tries to get out of the way, but he doesn’t move fast enough. The heavy wooden table pins him to the floor by his chest.
Just to be sure he doesn’t go anywhere, I shoot him in the kneecap.
The bullet through his right leg echoes off the high ceilings. The front half of the garage is two storeys tall. But there are metal stairs along the back wall. And a door.
Akim follows my gaze to the door and shakes his head. “She isn’t here.”
I scan his face, trying to see if he’s lying. He wouldn’t be here if Luna wasn’t. Unless it’s a trap.
“There’s no use lying now.” I press down on the table, crushing him under the heavy wood. “Your men are dead.”
Bodies litter the room. A dozen at least. There could be more.
“You’ll never find her.” Akim lets loose a strangled laugh.
She’s here. Where else would she be?
I motion for Isay. He appears at my side. “Tie him up. I’ll come see him at the clean-up shed later.”
Isay and two other men lift the table and are on Akim before he can even think about running.
“I’ve heard about the famous clean-up shed.” Akim laughs hysterically. “You think you’re going to torture answers out of me? I’ll die before I tell you anything.”
The clean-up shed is a warehouse more than a shed. In the decades the building has been in my family’s possession, it’s been everything from a storehouse for stolen cars to a meeting spot for illicit deals. Now, it’s a place to torture enemies and dispose of their bodies.
Akim will be the latest in a grand tradition—whether he likes it or not.
