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“The white flag means surrender, dumbass,” Dima’s voice interrupted through the chatter. “We’re done over here, boss. Nothing special to report.”
Shit.
“No sign of the McDonoughs?”
“Nope,” Dima popped. “Just a whole bunch of now dead men and some cash.”
I grumbled.
“Could use some help over here,” Vas grunted as he headbutted a guy in the face. “I’m almost out of ammo.”
“We’re on our way.”
Great. Just great.
“Hey, boss, you’ve got more company rolling in.”
And this was not going the way I had planned it.
“How much company?” I honestly did not think I wanted to know.
“A few trucks full.”
Blyad’.
“Well, it was nice knowing you all,” Maksim grunted, shoving a machete straight through a man’s neck. Where the fuck had he gotten that?
“We’re not dead yet, idiot,” Vas sneered. “Feel free to fall on your sword for us, though.”
That got a laugh.
“You do know how fucked up you all are, right?” Mark asked, astonished. “Most people don’t have this conversation while fighting for their lives.”
We all gave half shrugs. “Eh, you learn to see the humor in things. Even death.”
“Not dying would be great,Russo idiot.” A smooth Italian accent drifted over the comm line.
That was not something I was expecting.
“If fake dying sent Ava on a rampage, I don’t want to know what she would do if you actually died.”
Vas snickered. “Bury him with his balls in his mouth.”
Dante laughed. “We’re coming in,” he told us. “My men are the one wearing the striped caps. Don’t shoot them, please.”
“No promises,” I muttered petulantly. Fucking Italian was never going to let me live this down. Within minutes, his men had stormed the parking lot and poured into the club. Fucking perfect. It didn’t take long for us to clear out the rest of the enemy combatants.
“Fuck.” Vas wiped at his forehead, trying to keep the blood from pouring down his sweat-covered face and into his eyes. “That was a workout.”
We all stood in the middle of the club, surrounded by a sea of dead men. None of whom I recognized.
“Who the fuck are they?” Maksim voiced the question rattling through my brain. “They don’t have any tags. No gang signs or insignia.”
It was disturbing to know that we had no way of identifying who had sent the men. At first, I believed that they had been sent by Sheila and Remus McDonough, but now, I was beginning to question that. So were my men.
“Can we all agree that these soldiers aren’t McDonough soldiers?” Vas sighed. We all nodded. Even Dante didn’t believe they could have done this. There were too many men, and they were too well trained. The men at the mansion when we had rescued Ava were mafioso type. Most likely those who came with them from Boston.
The men who surrounded us now were specially trained. Former soldiers and black ops from every nationality laid dead across the floor of my club.
