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“Yup. Hash has him. Let’s go.”

I pull out of the drive and stop about half a mile down where Mikhail had crashed.

“Call Doc and drive Evan back,” I tell Cyrus when he catches up. “I want her taken care of while I deal with this.” I can tell he’s about to argue, but I cut him off. “I need to deal with this.”

He gets in the cage with his phone to his ear, calling Doc, and I walk around to the passenger side.

“I’ll be with you soon, Evan.” I gently kiss her forehead, getting a small twitch in return. Not enough to make me feel even the slightest bit better about this whole fucked up situation. I slam the door shut and pound twice on the bed, watching them drive off before I make my way over to the guys.

“You,” Mikhail hisses as I take him in. Blood is running down from a massive cut on his head, and his arm is bent in a different direction.

“I’m feeling a little put out that I wasn’t the one to break that.” I nod to his wrist.

“Do you know who I am?” he rages.

“Nope. Just know your name and the three guys you have working with you. And I’ve got you all.” I smirk. I don’t give him a chance to respond before I fire off a shot into each of their feet, talking over their cries. “Did you think it was okay to touch what’s mine?”

“I didn’t know she was yours.”

“Liar.” I shoot another round into their kneecaps.

The guy with him flops over on the ground, screaming in pain and grabbing at his leg with his bound hands. “Just end it! Just fucking end it!”

I arch an eyebrow at Mikhail.

“Stop crying like a bitch! You’re embarrassing me,” Mikhail hisses at him.

I let out a sinister chuckle.“Here’s what I think, Mikhail. I think that you are associated with the Bratva. But I don’t think you’re as high up as you want to be. I think you’re trying to prove yourself, saw what you thought was an easy opening, and took it without a second thought.” I see his eyes flair as I hit the nail on the head. “The way I see it, you’re a dead man either way. Which one of you hit her head so hard that you made her bleed?”

This time, they all remain silent, looking around everywhere but at me.

“Which one?” I roar.

Mikhail doesn’t answer verbally, but his eyes track to his partner. I don’t ask for confirmation before I shoot him right in the dick. I might have one more good shot before he bleeds out.

“Oh fuck. That’s got to hurt.” Trick winces behind me.

“You can finish him. But Mikhail is mine,” I say to Scotch behind me. I know he needs this almost as much as me. I know if I had a sister and some shit happened to her, I would want my hands in on the sentencing.

I barely get to finish my sentence before Scotch puts a bullet into his head. “Damn. I wanted to draw that out.” He pouts, making all the guys laugh.

“Give me the cutters.”

“Prez, don’t make too much of a mess. We still need to clean this shit up,” Trick says with a smirk as he hands me the cutters.

“What are you do—” Mikhail starts to ask before I start cutting off his fingers one by one, making sure to draw it out as his screams get louder.

“Anyone in your organization will think twice before touching what’s mine again,” I grunt. I hand a finger to Hash, who takes it with a look of disgust on his face. “I want to find out who the Pakhan actually is and send him a little message.”

“Now I need to get back to my woman,” I say before I put one last bullet in between his eyes, ending it.

Chapter Forty-Six

EVAN

My eyes slowly open as I hear someone moving around beside me. Blinking away the fogginess, I look around at what looks like a makeshift hospital room.

“You’re awake,” a man I have never seen before says from the left corner of the room. He is wearing a white lab coat, but I can still see the tattoos on his neck peeking out from it. He looks pretty clean-cut, minus the tattoos and ruffled hair. His glasses make him look a lot younger than he probably is, almost giving him an innocence. “I’m Doc.”

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