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“Let’s get Alina and bring her home,” Roman says. He squeezes my shoulder when we start to get out, and all I can do is nod or I’m going to end up getting all choked up and embarrass Vitaly. Alina is Roman’s sister, and I know how hard these last two years have been for him, but he’s stepped aside, letting me have Konstantin and letting me take the lead on this, and I’ll always be grateful to him for it.
“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” Lev asks, walking over to Dominic. “I’d hate it if you got shot again because you couldn’t maneuver around easily in your expensive suit.”
Dominic eyes the five of us. Danil and Roman are in casual suits, but Lev and Vitaly are wearing jeans and long-sleeve tees, while I’m in my usual jeans and dark hoodie.
“I thought it best to not draw so much attention,” he finally says. “And I can move just fine. No way in fuck am I taking another bullet tonight.”
Vitaly laughs. “Oh, we’re definitely going to be drawing some attention tonight, but it’s not going to be from our casual attire.”
Lev cuts in and adds, “And I really hope you don’t take another bullet because we all know how you’re still bitching about the last one you took.”
Dominic laughs and rubs his shoulder. “You know, it aches when it’s about to rain. I feel like a fucking eighty-year-old man.”
Lev laughs and smacks him on the back. “It’ll be a fun story to tell your grandkids one day.”
“What fucking grandkids?” Dominic shakes his head at Lev and then checks his phone. “My men are all in position. We’re ready when you are.”
We’ve joined forces with the Alessi mafia for tonight. Our men will be working and killing together, and we’ve set things up so there will be teams hitting the mansion at the same time as we’re taking out everyone in the club. The Lebedev Bratva dies tonight.
“We’re ready,” I tell him.
He says something to the men around him in Italian before they start walking towards the club. Stepping closer to me he says, “I’m jealous of the revenge you’ll be getting, Matvey. I can’t wait until it’s my turn.”
He and I have both been consumed with our need for revenge, and I know it’s killing him to not know who killed his sister. Danil’s been searching for a name, but it’s a slow process and Dominic is handling patience about as well as I’ve been.
“You’ll get yours soon,” I tell him.
“I fucking hope so. Tonight will make me feel a little bit better, though.”
We’re all looking forward to getting our hands bloody, and when we start walking towards the club, I can feel the anticipation, the almost giddy desire welling up around us. By the time we reach the front of the building, Konstantin’s five men have already been quietly taken out, leaving the idiot bouncer as the only thing standing in between us and the front door.
“Hey, Robbie,” Danil says, taking the lead and giving the man a grin. “We’re Konstantin’s guests tonight.”
Robbie’s not a small man, but he’s no match for us and the mention of Konstantin has him paling a bit. He gives a quick nod and steps aside, too stupid and trusting to frisk us. It’s a mistake he won’t live verylong to regret. As soon as it’s time, he’ll be getting a quick bullet to the head by one of the men we have ready and waiting along the back of the building.
Stepping into the club, I ignore the way the crowded interior makes my skin crawl. The pain from my burn scars may have finally disappeared, but small, crowded places like this always bring the memories back. I scan the room, and even though I know exactly where Alina’s going to be, I still search every dark corner for her. Instead of her familiar blue-green eyes, I see several of our men in the crowd. They’ve positioned themselves near the men Konstantin brought with him, and they’re also stationed around the exits. No one is leaving this club without going through us first.
Dominic and his men veer off in the opposite direction, easily blending into the crowd like they’ve done it a million times before. They’ll stay hidden until it’s time to start killing, which I’m guessing won’t be too long from now.
“You going to be okay?” Vitaly asks from beside me as he waves away one of the women working here. It’s still strange to see Vitaly turning away women, but ever since he married Katya, he hasn’t even looked at anyone else.
“I’ll be fine.” I meet his eyes, and when it’s obvious he’s still worried I’m going to lose control, I add, “I won’t fuck this up.”
He nods and when he looks ahead of us, I can tell the exact moment he sees her. His mouth tightens, his eyes narrow slightly, and his entire body goes still. “Fuck,” he groans, and when I turn my head and meet Alina’s eyes for the first time in two years, I almost fall to my goddamn knees. The look only lasts a second before the crowd closes in again and there are too many people blocking my view of her, but that one second was enough. The hope and longing in her eyes is an image I’ll never forget, and underneath it had been a shame and embarrassment that I can’t wait to free her of because she has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. None of this is her fault, and I’ll happily spend the rest of my life convincing her of that.
“Want some company?”
The topless blonde who’s just walked up to me gives me a huge smile and starts to reach for my arm, but I quickly jerk away from her.
“No.”
She backs up at the tone of my voice. I’m not trying to scare her, but I don’t want her touching me, and I sure as fuck don’t want her hanging around me or trying to sit in my lap.
“That’s a no for me, too,” I hear Vitaly say from behind me. I know the rest of my brothers will be saying the same thing. I’d be concerned about our lack of interest in any of these women raising red flags if we were going to be spending any length of time here tonight, but most of these fucks will be dead before anyone can get suspicious. Playing nice with Konstantin while we sit down and have several drinks together was never an option. Honestly, I’ll be lucky to last three minutes with this fucker.
When I walk over to the table in the corner and get my first up-close view of Alina on her knees with a fucking collar around her neck, I realize I may not even last sixty goddamn seconds. I take the seat next to him, putting Alina so close to me I could reach out and touch her. I’m forced to keep my hands in tight fists to resist the urge to pull her into my lap.
“Glad you could make it,” Konstantin says, and then he puts his hand on Alina’s head and starts to pet her.
