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“Wait, there’s more,” Sean replied grimly.
“Apparently, the lawyer dude’s boss is orchestrating the alliance between Siri and the Broxy’s, and so he wanted Siri to do the honours and frame you guys as part of the plan.”
What the fuck?
“Siri asked if he should obtain any information on Glowacki’s operations from Petrov. The lawyer said no, as it would be out of date and of no use. He just wanted Petrov gone before either you or Glowacki got a hold of him, as the boss didn’t want you learning that he was the one who had ordered Krissa to be killed.”
Shit! Fuckers!
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked, enraged.
“I’m sorry, Ash, I have no idea. That is all they said about Krissa,” she said apologetically.
“Any idea who the lawyer’s boss is?” Romi asked.
“No,” she shook her head, “But I did find out a bit more about the plan against you guys.”
I wanted to scream and throw things, but I knew I needed to calm down and focus. I needed to know what else Juana had to say.
“What?” I ground out, trying desperately to keep control.
“Siri said the Broxy’s had an informant inside the Bratva who found out the location of your lab. Ivor, he called him. Apparently, he followed one of you guys there one night.”
Ivor had only been with us a year or so. He came to us directly from Russia after a fallout with another member of our Brotherhood over there, and we took him in. This was obviously how Ivor repaid us, fucking traitor! Well, he would soon see what we did to traitors.
“Ivor told Siri you get your shipments every third Friday. He said the next one is due next week. They will attack then. Siri will be doing that and, at the same time, the Broxy’s are going to hit your home. Siri and the Broxy’s don’t trust each other, so they are splitting up the attacks.”
I snorted. They were right not to trust each other. They would no doubt be planning to double-cross each other as soon as they could anyway.
“I thought they had wanted to frame the Albanians and then get Glowacki and us fighting each other as a distraction. What happened to that?” Romi asked.
“They will be doing more about that starting tonight. They have a couple of Broxy’s who are dressed up as Albanians, sporting fake tattoos, and they are going to be going around your dealers, making as much trouble as possible. They also have another couple of Glowacki’s men onside who will be with them so that it looks like the Albanians and Glowacki are working together,” she said.
Shit, more traitors! Glowacki would be just as furious as us. It looked like we all needed to clean our houses. Because where there was one or two, there could very likely be more.
Unfortunately, that was all the information Juana had for us. However, it was more than we had known, and I was grateful to her for her continued help.
When Sean and Juana left, we headed back to the Estate.
Romi was driving again as I was too on edge.
I called Miki and told him to get Glowacki to meet us as soon as possible at the Estate; we needed to talk. I cautioned him to ensure that Glowacki used the back entrance when he arrived so no one saw him.
Then I told him about Ivor. He would keep the guy occupied somewhere away from the Estate and have him watched at all times. The bastard would be killed soon, but we didn’t want to show our hand yet, so that would have to wait.
By the time I ended the call, I felt like I was climbing the walls.
My breathing was harsh, and my fists opened and closed with the need to hit something as I went over everything Juan had said. Especially the information about Krissa. I had thought there was only one other person to kill for closure; now, there were at least another three.
“Fuck!” I shouted, hitting the dashboard with my fist.
“Shit. We’re taking a detour to the office so you can beat the shit out of something other than my car,” Romi exclaimed, taking a sharp left.
He was right. I desperately needed to hit something without breaking everything in sight or taking my fury out on some random person. I needed to blow off steam in a controlled environment. Since it would likely take a couple of hours for Glowacki to get to the Estate, we had time.
A few minutes later, we pulled up outside our office in the city centre, where we conducted our legitimate business and where most of Marko’s legitimate IT staff were based. There was also a fully equipped gym like the one we had at home, but bigger and better. This one had a boxing ring, targets, and bags. Just what I needed.
I put in my earphones and started punching a bag to a background of heavy metal. I punched and punched until I was dripping with sweat. The more I punched, the more pain I endured, the more controlled I became.
