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Gage
Six weeks…
I manage to keep my word and get into the Bratva as a foot solider. I’m stuck guarding the outside of the club they operate in, never getting a glimpse inside. I haven’t even laid eyes on the Pakhan himself only a couple of his captains, one of them being the fucker that shot my brother. The morgue’s result came back no match. Bishop and King have given up hope that Rook is alive but Knight hasn’t, and neither have I. To give up hope means to give up on Rook and that is something I can’t do. I will never give up on my family. Bishop and I may not see eye to eye all the time but he is blood. I would die for my brothers and sister in a heartbeat. The crackle of my radio pulls me from my thoughts. I wait with bated breath hoping by some fucking miracle that I manage to get some information or a chance to see Vlad.
“We got a situation out back, go clean it.” I grind my teeth to keep from telling the Russian fucker to suck my dick. Their English is so fucking bad you can barely understand the fuckers. I’ve been studying Russian and learning to speak it since I first found out about them going against my family. I need to be able to understand what they are saying if we are going to end this. We’ve managed to pinpoint who most of the politicians are that work for Vlad thanks to Knight and Vin hacking their bank records and finding large sums deposited into their accounts. “Hurry up!”
“I’m nearly there,” I growl. I’m so fucking over this shit. I’m not the type of guy who can sit behind a desk like Bishop or play on a laptop all day like Knight. Fuck if I know what King does. Vin and I are the same, we’re hands on guys and like to settle things that way. I slam to a stop when I reach the back of the club, the bass from the music is louder around this side. I look around the poorly lit alley that holds the dumpsters but see nothing. I’m about to radio back when a figure shifts out of the shadows. I draw my gun and aim at the person’s head, waiting for them to make a move into the light so I can see their face.
“I’m not here to fight.”
“You’re American?” And a girl, but I don’t say that out loud.
“No, I’m Russian and I don’t have a lot of time before they notice I’m missing.” The hairs on the back of my neck raise, my senses go into overdrive as the threat of danger becomes apparent.
“Who are you?” My voice is firm and leaves no room for argument.
“It doesn’t matter, all you need to know is that he leaves the country for business in the Ukraine in four days. The only guards will be the four you work with and yourself at the house–”
“I only work at the club,” I interject. I can’t see her but I can picture her shaking her head.
“No, you will be moved to the house to make sure no one leaves.” I lower my gun and straighten up as I stuff it back into my waistband.
“I don’t understand what the hell you are saying?” I growl in frustration.
“Bring your computer man. He can get inside and find what he needs while you stand guard.” I freeze but make sure to keep my shock from showing.
“I don’t know what the hell–”
“I know everything, Gage Matthews, don’t take me for a fool. You have four days to prepare your brothers and computer man. You won’t get another chance like this.”
“Who the hell are you and why should I believe you?” Anger laces each of my words. She finally steps into the light and fuck me, she is beautiful. Her blonde, shoulder length hair looks almost white. She has piercing blue eyes that remind me of the sky, wearing a blue sequined dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, and her legs, they are so long, the perfect length to wrap around my waist.
“If he ever found out I was here speaking with you, he would kill me.” She moves forward until there is a small amount of space left between us and hands me an envelope, her eyes boring into mine. “If you tell anyone, even your brothers about the contents of that envelope, I’ll make sure you never find it.” With that said she turns to leave, going back toward the shadows but I call out, stopping her.
“Tell me your name,” I demand. Her shoulders sag slightly before she composes herself and holds her head high, continuing to walk back into the shadows. Before her silhouette can disappear from sight, she says so low I would have missed it if I hadn’t been paying such close attention to her.
“My name is Anya Volkov.”
Oh fuck!
I shake out of it and quickly head back around the front to my position. I’m on high alert now and can feel the tension radiating through my body. I just met the daughter of the Pakhan and she just gave me a way into his home. Can I trust her? I ponder over that thought as I discreetly open the envelope she gave me. It’s a polaroid picture. I flip it over and everything inside me freezes, my heart skips a beat and everything begins to get hazy as I stare down at the picture in my hand. Chained like a dog to the wall, naked and bruised, looking so malnourished and dejected. Blood and dirt caked all over, chunks of hair missing, eyes that once seemed so bright and full of life are filled with nothing but pain.
“Rook,” I whisper his name into the cold night like a prayer. He’s alive and Anya-fucking-Volkov is going to help me get my brother back!
Gage
I can’t go back to the house Bish and the others are holed up in, it’s too risky in case someone is tailing me. I know they don’t trust me yet and the Bratva isn’t stupid. They have guards stationed at the hostile where all theShestyokastay. When I say all, I mean three of us. I am the only non-Russian but they don’t know that. Each night I get here, shower and crawl into bed. I have no other choice. I don’t trust these two to not spy on me and report back to thecaptains. Basically, I’m lowest of the low and they report to another low-level boss who tells me what to do. I’m nowhere near the action and need to find a way to climb this fucking ladder to get in with the captains.
I lay here staring up at the celling, sifting through my thoughts. I try to block out the image of Rook but it’s fucking hard. I can’t get the look in his eyes out of my head. I roll over and face the wall, not trusting that the other two are really asleep, and pull the photo of him I stuffed into the hole in the side of my mattress. I can see the bullet wounds on his chest, shoulder and arm. They’ve been stitched but with how filthy he looks, I’d be surprised if they don’t get an infection.
I make a silent vow to myself that I will do whatever I have to in order to bring my brother home and I know who I need to help me make that happen. Anya Volkov may think she is untouchable and above me, but what she doesn’t realize is I’m the worst out of all of my family. Unlike them, I won’t go easy on her because she doesn’t have a cock. She wanted to play with the big boys and knew exactly what she was doing when she gave me that photo, so I’ll treat her like any other man. I’m going rogue here and deviating from the plan I have with my brothers and Vin. My first order of business is to find Anya. She is going to help me climb the ranks and get in close to her father. Once I take Vlad out, I’m going after Rook because there is no fucking way, I am leaving Russia without my baby brother.
* * *
I rub my hands together to try to keep warm. It’s fucking freezing here and I hate it. I have so many layers of clothing on and I can still feel the chill of the night air all the way to my bones. Nothing ever happens here. I stand guard all night for fucking nothing. There is no action on this side of the club. I tried to work the front to get a look at who comes and goes but Krill, the guy I answer to, told me to fuck off and not come back around again. All that did was pique my interest. He doesn’t want me at the front because I would see someone I shouldn’t.
I pull the pack of smokes from my pocket and place one between my lips. As I light it, I inhale and the moment the nicotine hits my system I sigh and relax a bit. I don’t smoke often, but every now and then I need something to take the edge off. I’m more tense and agitated lately since I haven’t been able to fight since I landed in Russia nearly seven weeks ago. I flew separately from Bishop and the others, flying commercial so that if they tracked my movements, they would have a paper trail of me entering the country. I guess it worked. Down side is the moment I met with Krill, the fucker confiscated my passport.
