He’s panicking.
Fucking beautiful.
Serenity stops behind me, breathing hard but steady. Angel stays close at her left.
I glance over my shoulder. “Last chance to stay out here.”
“Kick the door in, Nico.”
A grin threatens. “You got it, wife.”
Ritchie steps forward and obliterates the lock.
Gunfire explodes instantly.
Gripping Serenity’s vest, I push her behind the wall before firing into the living room.
Glass shatters. A lamp explodes. My men storm in.
A Bratva asshole rises from behind a sofa with an assault rifle. Rémy drops him before he gets a clean shot.
Another pops up near the kitchen. Miff handles him.
“Clear the bedrooms!” I bark.
Serenity leans around the wall and fires.
A man near the bar jerks backward and crashes into a liquor cabinet. Bottles rain everywhere.
I look at her.
She shrugs. “He was armed.”
My wife with a weapon, what a fucking turn-on.
“Nico,” Catch says. “Movement toward roof access.”
Aleksandr.
I take off.
The bastard slams through the stairwell door. I’m right behind him. He moves fast for a coward.
Not fast enough.
We hit the rooftop parking deck. A warm breeze moves over my face.
Aleksandr runs hard for the opposite side, likely hoping for another exit route.
Not happening.
I raise my Glock.
The bullet tears through his thigh.
He goes down hard, roaring, scrambling across the rooftop on blood-slick hands.
I stalk toward him slowly. Terrified men make mistakes.
