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Chapter Thirty
Iclosed my eyes in an attempt to keep my anger at bay.
“She there?” Marco asked. He was standing beside me in tactical gear. We’d managed to get a team together quickly, and we were surrounding Katarina Petrov’s childhood home. It was set back on a quiet street, so we didn’t have to care too much about neighbors.
My men wanted to storm the place. They were salivating for a kill. But I wouldn’t let anyone in until I knew that Sasha was safe. I wasn’t willing to risk her life on a botched operation.
I hadn’t expected to see her, but as usual, Sasha surprised me.
“She’s in that room,” I said, raising a hand towards the window, where Sasha’s lovely face had been just moments ago. Even though I was far away, I could see the tears and grief in her eyes.
She was upset, but she was alive, and I intended to keep it that way.
“This place is huge, and I couldn’t find a single blueprint online,” Marco said.
I closed my eyes and sent up a small prayer that I was doing the right thing. “This isn’t going to be quiet,” I said. “But we can’t let Katarina get away. She’s proven to be much more dangerous than any of us thought.”
Including her husband, I thought to myself. I knew that Sasha was going to be crushed when I told her that her father was dead. My own feelings aside, Sasha had been close to her father, so much so, that she’d practically begged me to spare his life.
“Katarina’s taken over the Bratva,” Marco said.
“Let’s go,” I said. I’d made the decision to do whatever I could to get Sasha. The men who were surrounding the property had agreed to sacrifice themselves for their queen. I knew that for many of them they didn’t care about Sasha specifically, but I was glad to have them with me just the same.
“Are you sure about this?” Marco asked.
I nodded. “Give the order.”
Marco grabbed a walkie and talked into it. I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes were focused on that window. I needed to get to that room before any of my men did. Katarina Petrov was unlikely to make it out alive, and I didn’t want Sasha caught in the crossfire as she had once before.
I cocked my gun and rushed forward as I heard gunfire going off around me. “Watch your back,” I told my brother.
Marco snorted. “I’ll watch mine and yours.”
I snuck through the woods of the back of the property as quickly as I could, stopping as I watched Katarina’s perimeter guards start leaving their post. It had been decided that we would clear the perimeter, drawing all the men to the front of the property, so that Marco and I could sneak into the back.
We were silent as we made it to the back of the house. Katarina had fewer men than we anticipated, and for the first time, I was starting to think that we might be able to get Sasha back unscathed.
Marco gestured to me as we walked into the backdoor. The house wasn’t very well guarded, and I wondered if it was because Katarina was overly confident or because we were walking into a trap.
“Shit,” my brother muttered as we walked through the door and into the house. The house was well-kept, but the furniture looked ancient. That wasn’t what had stopped Marco and myself. The house was like a fucking maze.
“Who the hell has three staircases,” Marco muttered.
There were two staircases leading upstairs and one leading to what I assumed was a basement.
“She’s upstairs,” I said as I walked towards one of the staircases.
Marco shook his head. The house was dark and eerily quiet. We could hear the gunfire at the front of the house, but there were fewer and fewer shots being fired.
“We aren’t splitting up,” he muttered. “That’s not happening.”
“Go,” I ordered. The more time that we spent arguing, the more likely we were to get caught. I’d asked my men to sacrifice themselves, and I was going to make it count.
I didn’t wait around to see what my brother decided. I walked up the stairs, trying to keep my feet as light as possible which was difficult considering I was wearing combat boots. I didn’t know the layout of the house, which made finding that room Sasha was being held in much more difficult.
But I wasn’t giving up.
The upstairs hallways were darker, which made it more difficult to navigate to see. The fact that I hadn’t seen a single person in the house was starting to make me question if I hadn’t been played.
