Taking out my goggles, I look down around the unfinished development and grunt. As we were told, there is plenty of activity happening after hours. No doubt running drugs and making forbidden deals.
Direct disrespect to the Alliance and the rules we’ve set. However, that’s not what places a sour taste in my mouth. It’s the fact that this development looks too familiar.
As if someone has taken a page from our very own playbook. We might not have our hands in trafficking humans and dealing in drugs, but we still have businesses that earn that require us to clean our money in case someone ever decides they want to challenge us. What can I say?
Old habits die hard. It’s better to be safe than sorry. I have not fooled myself into thinking there won’t be pushback from somewhere from time to time.
Those who think they are smarter than they truly are. Rules are meant to be broken. Someone will be foolish enough to try.
“Da, I see. Unbelievable,” Misha snorts.
I pull a sour face. Trevor Monroe has finished two developments like this one for us. It’s the reason we wanted the partnership with him.
Our illegal businesses are washed through the luxury complexes without us ever having to touch drugs or business that brings bad karma with it. This place might not have as large a footprint, but it’s definitely a carbon copy of our complexes. Jamie isn’t just a money guy.
He has great fresh ideas. The complexes like this one are among his solutions for cash flow and flying under the radar. Everything about them was done above board.
“Do you see this shit? I feel like this bitch is taunting me.” Jamie seethes.
“Net, she not taunting you. She actually show you sign of respect,” Misha says as we all stand lined up to take in the view.
“Da, he right. She mimics your smarts,” Vlad says.
“When I burn this shit down, we’ll see who has respect for who,” Jamie snarls.
“You burn; I find garbage with answers,” Misha replies and turns to head back into his SUV.
This shit is getting to everyone. We want it over with, and the O’Briens have a score to settle. The rage and lust for revenge are thick enough to taste in the air.
I turn to head back to my vehicle with Czar, Uri, and Micheal. Vlad and Alexei have joined Misha and Ronan as Brooklyn, Jamie, Dylan, and Logan hop back into their ride. We peel off and head down to the development below.
The sound of guns cocking and being loaded fills our SUV. I stick my ear comm in and sit back for the ride. I may have sat in my living room, playing with my kids a few hours ago, but now I’m ready for business.
Once at the construction gate of the development, we all climb back out of our vehicles, ready to get this shit over with. Dressed in all black, we move stealthily through the night. We all slip into the fencing surrounding the property and Logan begins to point for us to split up.
“Let’s do this,” Brooklyn murmurs loud enough for everyone to hear him through the comms then nods before he takes off with guns blazing.
All hell breaks loose as Jamie follows him, causing just as much chaos and destruction—and he’s the one they choose to toy with. Not smart at all. I look to Logan and shake my head.
“Meet ya on the other side,” Logan grunts then takes off after his brother.
It starts to sound like the Fourth of July as gunfire goes off all around us. If you want to make a point, sometimes you have to be the one to kick in the doors. That’s what we are here for.
I’m not about to allow a threat to lurk and sneak up on me. I want this dealt with as much as everyone else. It’s been going on long enough.
The last two years have been grace given that never should have been and never would have been if certain parties weren’t so good at hiding away. This is the first solid lead we have beenable to secure, much to my own frustration. This little network that’s still holding out hope needs to be crushed.
“We have incoming.” Czar’s voice comes through the earpiece.
I turn to see a few SUVs speeding our way. I tilt my head to the side. Oh good, that confirms a few things for me. My kill list has just grown.
Just as I thought, this was a setup. I have something for them though. I’m always prepared and a step ahead.
“Move in,” I say, giving the signal.
As our alpha team tears through this place, taking out the trash, the beta team begins to move in. A smile comes to my lips. This will be quick.
We had more than the three SUVs we rode in. Our muscle has grown over the years. I can’t help but laugh as I hear the excitement in Dean’s voice as she acknowledges my signal.
