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I cup her head and bring my lips to her ear. “That’s the last apology I ever want to hear from you,malishka. You don’t ever need to say those words to me.”
She nods, but she’s still crying when she peeks over my shoulder and sees the line of kneeling men. “What are you going to do with them?”
“We’re killing them. If they’re at this club, then they’re involved in sex trafficking. None of them are walking out of here. Once they’re dead, we’re setting the building on fire.”
“What about the rest of Konstantin’s men?”
“We have two teams over at his mansion now. They’re under orders to kill every last Lebedev man. The women will be brought back to their families and given money. We’re doing the same for the women here tonight.”
“And Konstantin and Osip?”
“Will die very slowly.”
“Good,” she whispers. When I start to walk her out, she pulls back and looks at me. “No, I want to see.”
I hesitate for just a second, but there’s no way in hell I can deny her anything, so all I ask is, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I trust her at her word and nod to Vitaly who motions for the others to get ready. Keeping my arm securely under Alina’s ass so she’s in no danger of falling, I carry her to the end of the line and raise my gun, shooting them in the head one bastard at a time. Some of the men yell and try to scramble away, but there’s nowhere for them to run to. Their hands are zip-tied, and they’re surrounded. The only decision they’re making is whether they want to die where they’re kneeling or sprawled on their stomachs as they try to crawl away. It makes no fucking difference to me.
Alina tenses at the loud gunshots, but she doesn’t look away. She watches me shoot them, and when I need to reload, she watches Vitaly take over until every single one of them is dead. She looks at the men on the floor, and it’s painfully obvious that the Alina I lost almost two years ago is not the same woman I got back tonight. She’s been changed by everything that’s happened to her, but I don’t care. I love her, all of her, no matter what.
Some of Dominic’s men come in with gas cans, and when they start pouring it out on the ground, I head for the front door, and this time Alina doesn’t stop me. Her hand is pressed against my scarred back, and she knows I have no desire to stand in a burning building ever fucking again.
Timofey and Alexei drag Konstantin and Osip out of the club, hauling their asses into a waiting SUV. They’ll both be thrilled to learn we’re going to be torturing them at their posh mansion. It’s the perfect location, and it’ll be easier to keep guards there than at the abandoned warehouse we usually use for such things. We won’t have to stop torturing if we get hungry, and it’ll be easy to jump in the shower and wipe off all the blood before we drive home.
The women have already been taken out of the club, so as soon as the place is soaked in gasoline, the others come out and one of our guys lights it up. With the amount of gasoline and alcohol, it doesn’t take long before the place is engulfed in flames and the windows areblowing out.
“About fucking time,” Vitaly mutters from beside us, watching the fire spread with a grin on his face. He laughs and nudges Dominic’s shoulder when he walks over to stand beside us. “Thanks for saving Lev’s life.”
Dominic shrugs. “I was going to be a gentleman and never speak of it.”
Vitaly laughs. “Yeah right. You saved him just so you could hold it over his head for the rest of his life.”
Dominic smiles. “Maybe.” He looks over at Alina. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Dominic.”
Alina nods at him and asks, “What did your doctor tell you about Roman?”
Dominic rubs the back of his neck, and I can tell he doesn’t want to answer, but when he sees the look on my face, he tells her the truth.
“He said he’d lost a lot of blood and that he needed to do emergency surgery, but he said it didn’t look like a fatal shot.” Wanting to reassure her, he adds, “He’s an excellent doctor. He’s saved my life and the lives of my men more times than I can remember, and the room I set up for him at my house is better than any hospital in the city.”
“Thank you.” Alina rests her head against my shoulder again, and I know she must be exhausted.
“I’m getting her out of here,” I tell them, already walking her toward the SUV we came in.
Vitaly catches up to us after giving Timofey a few more final orders. “I’m coming with you. I want to be there when you tell Emily, and I need to reassure my wife that my fine ass is safe.”
“Did you really marry their sister?” Alina asks him.
Vitaly looks over at her. “I did. She’s not like them, though. She hates her brothers.”
“I know she isn’t,” she whispers. She waits a few seconds before asking, “Since when do you work with the Italians?”
“That’s a long story,” I tell her while Vitaly gives a soft laugh. “We found out that we were both hunting the same Bratva. Dominic’s sister was kidnapped while in Italy, and then her body was found not toolong after. We decided to work together to find them and bring them down.”
“But how did you find out about his sister?”
