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The last of the boxes are unloaded and I nod to the driver who gets in and heads out of the warehouse. Done. The first shipment since Diego died. No cut to pay for it. We make the stuff. We bring it north. We rake in the profit.
Another year of this and I’ll have enough money to expand across the country. Take on the Italians at their own game. Might even move into contract killing. Lot of money to be madethere, especially with the men I have on my books. Good men. Violent men. Like me.
There’s a tap on my shoulder. Viktor is holding a cellphone out toward me. “Luka’s got in touch,” he says. “You want to take this.”
“I thought I said I was not to be disturbed for anything.”
“Except Mila, right?”
I snatch the phone out of his hand and hold it up to my ear. “Three of them,” Luka says down the line. “Took her out and loaded her into a car.”
“Where is it now?”
“Tracked it to Belucci’s place. Disappeared inside.”
“You’re sure she was inside?”
“Certain. You want me to go in and get her?”
“You’ll be cut to ribbons. We need to go in big. Get as many together as you can and meet me at the gas station near Belucci’s. Make sure you’ve got plenty of firepower.”
I hang up and turn to Viktor. “Finish up here and then send me everyone.”
“Everyone? What about weighing the boxes?”
“I don’t give a shit about that. I want my entire fucking army ready to go in ten minutes and if anyone’s missing, I’ll cut your fucking head off.”
He turns pale. I stride over to my car and climb inside, hitting the gas and heading out. What have I got in the trunk? Sniperrifle. AK-47. Two pistols, one silenced. Enough ammo to take out Belucci and his men on my own.
I know the layout of his place. I studied it back when my family died, wanting to walk in as a one man army. Luckily for me, I decided to wait, to train, to get back on top. To take over. Play the long game.
Time for the final move.
I know what he’ll be planning to do to her. He told me she won’t have my child, made that clear. He’ll kill her to taunt me if I don’t get there in time.
He’s fallen for my trap exactly as I planned. He has my wife. Under the code of the Bratva, I am within my rights to kill him. Even the five families of the Italian Mafia cannot dispute that.
There will be no war. The five families will not fight me on this. They will accept that he had to die.
It is a pity that I had to use Mila as bait to make this happen. Even now I feel a new emotion. Guilt. Should I have sent her away knowing he would likely take her? Not tell any of my men what my plan was?
No, it had to be this way. If I’d kept her with me, Belucci would have kept fighting, kept breathing. Kill him then and war would have ruined my business. Taken up all my time.
This way is the simplest. I get in there, get her out, kill him. She will be safe. He will be dead. I come out on top. I have the victory I have waited five long years to achieve. She carries my child, which enrages him.
I just have to make sure I get there before he kills her. I doubt he will do it immediately. His play is easy to predict. Call me andtell me he has her. Offer to swap her for me. I turn up. He kills me. Simple.
Only I’m already on the way to his place and I’m going to get in before he gets chance to kill me. Take him out. Tell Mila it’s over. Tell her the truth about why I sent her away, the truth I didn’t tell anyone. She went to be bait for my plan.
That guilt hits me again as I drive. I should have kept her close. She’s my wife. I’m her husband. I should protect her at all times. I did a bad thing, sending her away.
Am I the monster she says I am? Am I using her for my own ends? Or am I doing this so she will be safe at last? Never have to look over her shoulder in fear, ever again?
Who am I?
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Mila
