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Mother fuckers.
Charleigh dashes outside and screams when she sees the bodies and puddles of blood on our front steps.
“You,” I holler at one of the security guys, “take Miss Gates to the compoundnow. Make sure she gets to her room. Charleigh, call me when you’re there and check on your sister.”
Charleigh hesitates for a moment, then runs as best she can in her heels to catch up with the bodyguard, who loads her into the back seat of one of our SUVs and screeches out of the lot.
I look at my brothers.
“The fucker,” Kir says. “It’s almost like he was ready for us.”
We look at each other in silence for a moment, and then Vadik speaks.
“Maybe he was ready for us. And if that’s the case, who helped him get ready?
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CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Niko
The dead guys in the sniper car had no ID or fingerprints, probably cheap hires whose expendable lives no one gives a shit about. The three of them are now loaded with lead, doubled over in the late-model BMW they were driving, which turns out to be stolen.
I call thePakhan. “I’m sorry to wake you, sir. It’s Niko Alekseev. There was a hit on the club tonight. I thought you should know, especially since you were here earlier.”
This gets his attention.
Was someone trying to take him out? Or is this just a random message from a rival wanting to show he can fuck us up just as much as we can him?
Either way, no one gets away with this.
“Any casualties?” thePakhanasks.
“Yes, sir. Three club members were hit on their way in. Our security guards got the shooters’ car. All of them are deceased.”
He’s silent, then takes a deep breath. “Okay. Get rid of all the bodies. I will ask around, and you do the same. Let me know what you find out.”
“Will do, sir.”
I return to my brothers who are overseeing the cleanup. “Anyone in the club know this is going on?”
Vadik shakes his head. “I don’t think so. Which means we need to get this cleaned up and get back in there and act like everything is fine. What did thePakhansay?” he asks.
I shrug. “Not much. You know he’s not a man of many words. But I have a feeling we’ll be hearing more from him. This hit a little too close for comfort, given that he was actually here tonight.”
“Any ID on the car?” Kir asks.
I run my fingers through my hair. The truth is, I really just want to go home and get to bed. But duty calls. “Not a thing. Dimitri was smart enough to remove every last bit of identifying information, even from the men. There’s not a complete fingertip among the three of them.”
I don’t know what Dimitri is thinking. I really don’t. Each one of these hits puts him closer and closer to his grave. He can’t possibly think we won’t know it’s him. And yet he keeps striking, even when we’ve destroyed both his supply chain and his inventory and warehouses. The man is essentially out of business now.
That could be why he’s fighting like he has nothing to lose. There’s really not much left for the man. Which means he will only get more and more reckless. More and more dangerous.
It’s never been more imperative that we find him once and for all. Get this shit over and done so we can move on with our lives.
* * *
Next day, I get a frantic call from Evie. She’s never called me before.
