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CHAPTER11
Jon
When my phone rang and Ronaldo’s name popped up on my cell phone, I had expected him to have something more to say about the way I was managing the family or some offhanded remark about the unfairness about his demotion. I definitely had not anticipated him to alert me to the fact that Mila had gotten on the subway and was heading in the direction of the Bratva at a little after two in the morning.
I’d known she was a headstrong girl from the start. She was used to navigating her way through life without anyone telling her what to do, but my world was far more dangerous than the one she was used to.
She was a fawn running straight into a den of wolves.
I had always planned on using her skills to steal back the diamonds, but I wanted to do it in a way where I’d be there to adequately protect her along the way, with backup and the cameras we’d install on the inside to keep an eye on her. I had just needed a bit more time.
I didn’t have any more now.
As soon as I’d gotten word, I called James and Cyrus immediately. Both of them had called in their ranks and we’d been in route within minutes. My heart was pounding, adrenaline surging through my veins.
I’d deal with Mila once I got her safe in my arms, but first I had to make sure she made it through the night.
I’d already checked the cameras. I knew the first floor was lit up like a beacon. Time was of the essence now. If she’d already been caught, then I would rescue her. If she hadn’t yet, then I would give her the distraction she needed.
The three of us burst through the front door with at least a hundred soldiers at our backs.
When I saw the terrified expression on Mila’s face, I saw red. My 9mm was already in my hand and I wasted no time in aiming it directly at the Russian’s head as he tore her clothes. There was a group of about twenty Bratva brawlers, all of them large enough to make a lesser man’s knees quake with fear.
I wasn’t afraid of them. I had a woman to protect, and I didn’t care who I had to get through in order to save her.
“Release her. Right now!” I roared.
The man who was holding her hostage wasn’t Sergei Reznikov. In fact, Sergei was nowhere to be seen.
“And who the fuck are you?” the man goaded.
“Jon Moretti,” I replied curtly. “This is Cyrus Holt and James Monroe.”
“Igor Popov,” the man answered, but I saw the flash of recognition in his gaze. I glanced at Mila quickly. Her expression was one of terror and prideful rage and I leveled a hard stare in her direction, trying to let her know everything was going to be okay.
“This one is mine. I suggest you take your hands off her unless you want to end up with a hunk of metal bouncing around in your skull,” I added.
None of the men looked particularly fazed by my threat and they started to gather in a rounded half circle. I noticed that many of them were armed and that they reeked of vodka. These were men without a leader and that made for a lethal combination. It made them unpredictable.
We had them outnumbered by a longshot, but they were hardened men.
I was wearing a bulletproof vest, but a shot point blank between the eyes would mean death all the same. I knew the basic layout of the warehouse, and from a cursory glance I could see a great deal of cover.
“I don’t know. She’s a pretty thing. Perhaps we can all take her for a ride,” Igor suggested, and the rest of his men laughed knowingly.
I cocked my gun and put my finger on the trigger.
“Last chance, Igor Popov,” I offered bluntly. I made no secret that I was seconds away from pulling the trigger. He gave me a toothy grin that said he had absolutely zero chance of complying. The tension in the room was palpable. All the Bratva soldiers already had their hands on their guns.
When it came to matters of the family, I always thought logically. I didn’t rush to action, but where Mila was concerned, I would do whatever it took to keep her safe, unhurt, and alive.
Igor didn’t let her go.
I did what needed to be done. I pulled that trigger.
I didn’t know if he hadn’t believed I would do it, but my bullet caught him straight between the eyes right as he pulled out his own gun. I didn’t know if he’d have taken it and pressed it to the side of her skull or if he would have killed her just for sport, but none of that mattered because I didn’t give him the chance to do any of it.
The rest of the room exploded in gunfire.
