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“I’ve taken control of my father’s firm, idiot. It was me who led the Russians to New York. Me who told them how to infiltrate your shipments. I relayed every speck of information I ever picked up on you over the years. I’m the one in control, and now you’re at my mercy not the other way around. The Kavanagh’s and the O’Shea’s will be a force to be reckoned with once more.”
“Why did you message Sophia to come here?”
“That is the B-side of the plan.” She says jubilantly.
“Meaning?” I say, feeling anger building up inside of me.
“You’re going to find that out real soon,” she says, smirking before disappearing into the bathroom.
I open the closet door quietly and move my hand to the top back shelf, just as I thought the gun, I had stashed here a long time ago is still loaded. Thank God, I have the good sense to always keep a weapon in a place I frequented, and I also I praised the fact that Keira was stupid enough not to realize it had been here this whole time. I place it quietly under the waistband of my pants before heading outside. Romanov’s men are having a cigarette on the balcony, apparently not worried about me being a threat.
“You wanted to see me,” I say, standing in front of Artem.
“Sit down.” He motions, offering me the seat opposite him which is against the wall.
“So, we finally meet. I wasn’t a part of the first war, so I guess this is a monumental moment for me,” I say sarcastically. “What do you want from me?”
“I thought you would be the one asking me that,” the old man says, smiling. Then it dawns on me, he has something of mine.
“Where is Sophia?” I say bluntly.
“She should be on her way to Chicago for a welcome home party with my son.”
“Your sons are dead.”
“You’d be surprised what you can survive if you really want to,” he says, baring his yellowing teeth at me.
“I will offer you my life in exchange for hers.”
“You’re saying it like it’s an option,” he snickers. “Your life is already gone, boy. You were just a monopoly piece in the bigger picture. Besides, do you really care about her that much, considering you were in another woman’s bedroom? I saw Sophia when she left here. She was heartbroken, crying her little eyes out.” He chuckles. “She didn’t put up much of a fight for Andriy,” he says, clicking his tongue.
“Andriy is dead,” I say, feeling annoyed.
“You might know him as Henri, these days.”
“Henri is your son?” I say flabbergasted.
“Henri was the persona he took on to cover his true identity of Andriy. He escaped with his life that night in Chicago, but nobody could know until we were ready. Henri was a way for him to observe from the side-lines what our Italian friends were doing.”
“Now I know why I never liked him,” I say, my jaw clenching.
“The feeling is mutual though it won’t matter anymore. Once you’re dead, we will storm the city and claim what should have been ours.”
“Kill me then,” I say, smiling at him. “Oh right, you need your men to do it since you can’t even sit your ass down without them carrying you in.” I snicker.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he says slowly, pulling out a gun, his hand shaking with effort.
“Me too,” I reply, drawing the gun from my waistband.
His eyes widen, but my reflexes are a lot quicker than his. I shoot him once in the head as the sound ricochets around the apartment. His men amble in from the balcony, but I manage to hit two of them square in the chest, watching as they collapse on the spot. Their compatriot isn’t so easy to get. I groan as he catches me on the fleshy part of my arm before ducking for several minutes until he runs out of ammunition.
When he stops to reload, I hit him three times in the head just to make sure he is dead. Keira comes running out of her bathroom, still dripping from the shower. Her mouth turns into an ‘o’ shape as she spots Artem and his men dead around me.
“Walk towards me,” I instruct her.
“Rocco,” she says softly, “I was forced into this. I didn’t want to—”
“Where is Sophia?” I say firmly.
