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While the party is underway, my brothers and I will be checking our phones to see the status of Dimitri’s warehouses.
By morning, there will be nothing left of them.
I’m not one for unnecessary destruction or going overboard. I’m the calm, rational one of my brothers, and it’s usually my job to rein them in. But about this maneuver, I am almost giddy, like a kid on Christmas eve, waiting for Santa to come.
This is way better than Santa, though.
While we haven’t gotten to the final blow we will be dealing Dimitri, the one where he meets his maker, this second to last is the most… explosive.
Yes, we are fucking blowing up all his buildings. And it will be caught on film, memorialized like some kind of Oscar-winning picture.
We’re about an hour out from our strike when Charleigh arrives, and fuck if she doesn’t stun.
How is it this woman gets more beautiful every time I see her? How is it even possible?
Tonight, her hair is styled into a sleek, high ponytail that leaves her long, milky neck exposed. Her shimmery dress leaves nearly all her back exposed, showing off her flawless skin. It drapes over her ass as she walks and is just snug enough that I can see the tiny jiggle of her flesh as she moves.
But it’s the front of the dress that almost knocks me to my knees. While it ties behind her neck, its V center is cut down almost to her navel. The thin fabric barely restrains her small breasts, which are firm and pointed, like always.
“Hey,” she says, nudging me. “Cat got your tongue?” she asks like a wise ass.
I tear my eyes away to greet a guest. The moment he’s gone, I am back to her. “Fuck all, baby. What do you say to someone who looks like you? I can’t even think of a compliment that will do you justice. So I won’t even bother trying. I’ll just stare at you all night long.”
She drops her head back and laughs softly, exposing that neck I am dying to run my lips over. But there will be time for that later, and I need to stop thinking with my little head.
“There’s a guard over there,” I say, discreetly gesturing with my chin. “He will be keeping an eye on you all night, even if you’re just going to the ladies’ room. So, please mingle. My brothers and I have a little business to attend to.”
Her eyes widen. “Really? What? What are you doing so late at night?”
Her face is so eager I hate to shut her down, but there’s no way she needs to know about the operation before it takes place.
“You’ll find out later,” I say, kissing her temple and running my palm over her soft ass.
“Well,” she shrugs. “Off I go.” And she crosses the room toward some of the men she used to serve drinks to. On her way, every head turns to admire her.
She doesn’t even notice.
I glad hand a few more guests when Kir texts me. I make sure no one sees me and meet him in Vadik’s office, where we pull up the surveillance from our drones. And sure enough, Dimitri’s buildings are being leveled one by one, in sequence, like a row of dominoes that falls over until nothing is left standing.
When the last one falls, my brothers and I are quiet.
We could jump up and down, high five each other, and generally act like jackasses. But we don’t. This is our job. This is what we do. We succeeded in this mission because we always succeed.
And we will succeed in ending Dimitri’s life.
* * *
ThePakhanmade his appearance and left, having been charmed by the lovely Charleigh, their conflict of the week before if not forgotten, then swept under the rug for the evening. He was jovial and even allowed our girl to fawn over him a bit, not that any man could resist her. But she’s learning, and she knows he’s important in our world, even if they don’t always see eye to eye.
It's one a.m., and while some of our guests have hit the road, the real night owls are still arriving, like a shift change or something. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last, to be honest, because I was up very early with work involving the attack on Dimitri’s properties. Now that they are demolished, we are in a delicate phase for a few days where, until we get him, we’re vulnerable to all sorts of attacks. But that’s okay. Our security is beefed up nicely and I’m confident all will be fine.
Until it’s not.
Just a few minutes past two a.m., there is a rat-a-tat-tat out in front of our building. While the noise is not loud, almost like a small firecracker, my instincts fire on all cylinders and I run to check our security camera footage.
Fuck all.
I race downstairs with my brothers in time to see a car full of bullet holes roll to a complete stop and come to rest against a stop sign. A quick inventory of the situation shows that in front of the club, we have some members down, and that our ace security team has riddled the attacker’s car with bullets, taking out all its occupants.
