I shoot at the suka that’s shooting at me between the eyes. His head explodes like a watermelon. I move to the left, walkingbehind the storage container. I shoot at the svoloch’ running into the parking lot and watch them drop onto the ground.
“Search the back of the building and take them out! We don’t want any to get away,” I yell.
My Soldiers and I hit more of the Magee's crew. I turn around, and a fucker is aiming at me. I shoot him between the eyes.
Da, it’s my signature shot.
The son of bitch manages to hit me even though I move to the side, and the fucking bullet pierces through my bicep.
It fucking hurts!
Son of bitch!
My arm throbs, and I look at the wound. It’s not very deep, but it’s bleeding.
I look up just in time as another Irish fucker creeps up to me. I smirk and pull the trigger, shooting him between the eyes. The surprised look on his face was priceless.
The gunfire stops, and Anatoly runs to me, shaking his head.
“I told you to wait for me, you stupid fuck,” Anatoly growls, crouching next to me. He tears off the bottom of his white shirt and wraps it around my arm.
“I’m good; let’s get going before more of Magee’s Crew shows up,” I hiss.
“Da,” Anatoly snarls, shaking his head.
“Kir, light up the sky,” I growl.
“Da,” Kir says, nodding.
I watch him walk to the SUV and pull open the back gate. He pulls out the gas cans and signals the Soldiers. They run over to him, take the gas cans, and split up into teams. They quickly splatter the gas.
My twin and I walk over to his Range Rover. I slide onto the passenger seat and stare at the fire roar to life.
“Let’s get you home so we can have that wound checked by the doctor,” Anatoly hums, turning on the SUV.
“Nyet. I’m good. It’s a scrape,” I growl, fisting my hands.
“Nyet! It needs some stitches, so shut the fuck up,” Anatoly yells, pulling out of the warehouse parking lot.
“Magee is going to have a rude fucking awakening to the Bratva laws,” I hiss, smiling as I watch the flames roar up to the sky.
“Svoloch is going to regret messing with us,” Anatoly hums, nodding.
“Da. It’s two blows that we managed to do in one night. We grabbed the girls, destroyed the warehouse, and the docks are now compromised for a few days because the fucking police are going to take their time investigating,” I hum, leaning back into the black leather seat.
Minutes later, Anatoly pulls into the apartment parking lot. We get out and walk to our private elevators.
“Brat, the doctor should be here in a few,” Anatoly hums, raising his brow.
“Da, but I need to take a shower. After the doctor sews me up, I have to see Mia,” I hum, pressing my lips tight.
“Nyet! We need to talk to Pakhan,” Anatoly utters in a low, angry voice.
“Brat, Pakhan is with Valentina. I need to get some security at Mia’s home. She’s all alone there, no fucking guards. I’m not going to have her stay there unguarded,” I hiss.
We return to the apartment; Anatoly shakes his head as I exit the elevators.
What fucking ever.
