Page 130 of Unruly

“Got it, boss.”

Jason’s call clicked off a second later, leaving him with only Rick.

“Still think it’s a good idea to call him before you kill him?” Rick asked.

“For one, I need to make sure my target is the right one. For two, if he’s distracted for a minute, he might stay the fuck put in front of that window if it is him.”

“Yeah, all right. Point made.”

Their targets were easier. Lazy fucks who sat in front of television screens most of their nights, and took phone calls. Vlad, not so much. Cross suspected that was why the man was a boss.

Cross pulled his cell phone from his pants pocket without ever taking his eye away from the scope. The phones were all burners he and his guys had picked up the day before, and preprogrammed with numbers they needed. Like the guns they were using, the phones would also be crushed and gone before the night was out.

Again, the form passed through his line of sights as he hit the number two button on his phone, and held it to automatically dial.

He pushed the Bluetooth in his right ear on, shut the phone screen, and put it in his pocket as the phone call switched over to his ear. The desk was right in front of the window by the looks of the shapes in his scope.

And apparently, so was the phone Vlad needed to pick up for Cross’s call.

“In sight,” Cross murmured before Vlad picked up.

Vlad greeted in one ear.

Rick spoke in the other.

“Zdravstvuj. Vlad here.”

“Jason confirms in sight, boss.”

Cross didn’t speak to Rick, only to Vlad. He did not want the boss to know what was happening only a few miles away at one of his man’s homes, and then further east another five miles, at his other man’s house.

“Vlad,” Cross said.

In his scope, he saw the green human form become a little straighter.

“Donati, is that you, no?”

“It is. I did not appreciate that mess in the park a week ago,” Cross said. “I’m sure you can understand why. See, now I have cops trying to question my three-year-old daughter.”

“Lucky she’s alive to be questioned, boy. I ordered she be killed.”

Rage slipped down Cross’s spine.

Cold and unforgiving.

He welcomed it.

He knew it well.

Take me back, old friend.

“I did tell you a lesson was in order,” Vlad said a little too happily. “Your man is not the only one in the wrong, yes? You are, too.”

Cross rolled his eyes upward, but went right back to his scope. “Well, that lesson failed.”

“It’s fine, boy. I have others in the works.”

He did not like the sound of that. Then again, Cross figured after tonight, the Sokolov organization would be in too much turmoil to worry about old plans and never-given orders from a dead boss.