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“I don’t know any of that.”
I press the barrel of my gun to his right thigh and fire. The man screams, rolling to his other side, gripping his newly wounded leg. I grab his shoulder and yank him back to face me.
“Did this help you with your knowledge?” I ask. “Or do you need additional incentive?”
The guy mumbles something that sounds like an address. I throw a look over my shoulder and see Filip typing into his phone. “Locations?”
“Yes.” He nods.
“Perfect.” I refocus back on the Romanian guy. “When is this shipment arriving?”
“Tuesday, early morning.”
“Good. Now, the truck route.”
“I don’t know. I swear!”
“Who does?”
“Bogdan and his logistics guy. Mircea.”
“The short dude with the glasses who always follows Bogdan around?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” I rise, shoot the guy in the head, and turn to my second-in-command. “Is Bogdan still MIA?”
“No one has seen him for weeks. Iliya says his informants believe Bogdan went back to Romania.”
I drum my fingers on the wooden surface of a crate. We’ve been trying to locate the son of a bitch, but no one has set eyes on him in a while. I’ve known the Romanian leader for years, and he would never leave the country when he has a shipment coming.
“He’s not in Romania,” I say and nod toward the body. “Throw this one in the fridge, I’ll need him next week. Have Adam put a tail on Mircea, but don’t touch him for now. I also need our men to check out the locations the dead guy gave us, but make sure they aren’t seen.”
“All right. What else?”
“Bogdan’s trucks are arriving on Tuesday morning, giving us four days to get ready. We’ll set up three teams. One team will intercept the truck. The other two will go to the storage locations on Monday night and wait. When we have the truck, they can set those shitholes ablaze.”
“Retaliating against Bogdan by stealing his shipment and blowing up his warehouses is one thing, but what are we going to do with the extra weapons?”
“I’ll call Belov and see if Bratva wants more guns. That money will cover our losses from Syracuse.”
Filip watches me, dragging his hand through his hair. “Bogdan will go ballistic, Drago.”
“Yes, he will.”
“Should we up the security on the mansion?”
“Double it. I’ll go get Tara before this all goes down. I want her at the house until this shit blows over.”
“She won’t like it.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I bark. The phone in my pocket vibrates. “Do we have any small pistols somewhere?”
“How small?”
“Really small. Get me a pink one, if possible.” My phone vibrates with another notification. “I’m going to teach Sienna how to shoot. Just in case.”
Filip’s eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets. “Is that . . . wise?”
