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This isn’t their first time. They know to shoot anything that moves.
The front door, approximately one hundred yards from the plane, opens. But before Mikhail’s men can squeeze off even one shot, they drop.
Sharpshooter headshots.
The pace of the swarm increases, and we close on the house.
My gun is at my side.
This part isn’t for me. This is when my men get their payback for the three we lost.
They want their pound of flesh, and they’re gonna take it. Tenfold.
King enters the building just ahead of me. His motherfucking rocket launcher discarded somewhere in the yard; his pistol held at the ready.
He breaks off with the men as they part into teams. They might not know him, but they don’t need to. He just proved he’s one of us now.
A trio of men walk ahead of me. One takes a bullet to the leg but stays standing as they mow down the opposition.
The carnage is satisfying. The pools of blood reminding me that I’m in control. That this is my operation. And that I’m going to be successful.
Inhaling a lungful of gunpowder smoke, I tip my head back and roar, “MIKHAIL!”
CHAPTER82
Payton
Nero’s voiceechoes down the hall, the background of gunfire making it all the more ominous.
The guy who came running in right before the explosion, takes this opportunity to sprint back out the open door, running in the opposite direction of Nero’s bellow.
“Pussy!” Mikhail spits.
I’m looking toward the door, waiting for Nero to appear, so I don’t notice Mikhail approaching until he’s almost on me.
I try to get away, but I’m too slow, and he gets a handful of my hair.
“No you don’t.” He doesn’t give me time to stand, just pulls me off the couch.
I cry out. The extreme pain of being dragged by my hair fills my eyes with tears.
I thought I was done with crying. Figured a person can only have so many teardrops inside them. But I think I’ve proven that number does not exist.
My feet struggle to stay underneath me, and I get just enough purchase to stumble along.
This seems like the perfect moment for that woman,Nikki, to strike at me, but when Mikhail stops in front of his desk, spinning us to face the door, I see her inching along the far wall, sneaking toward the exit.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Mikhail sneers at Nikki.
She stops, caught, but keeps the bitchy expression on her face. “I’m leaving! You said you’d kill the cow and make Nero pay!”
“That’s what I’m doing!” Mikhail screeches, that polished insanity bouncing against the surface.
Nikki flings an arm toward the open door. “Don’t you hear that? He’s killing everyone! And he’s going to kill you––”
A loud crack, so close to my ear it rattles my brain, fills the room.
I stare, uncomprehending, as blood blooms across Nikki’s chest. Her fancy silk shirt soaking through in half a second. The pretty cream turning a deep red.
