Page 190 of Brutal Savage

If Aiden were to see me now…

My walkie-talkie chirps.

“They’re coming through,” one of my men informs me.

“Alright. Let them know where to go.”

“Ten-four.”

Fionn and Cillian wait with me, and about five minutes later, the sound of the truck grows nearer. My brothers and I all have our weapons on us just in case. I don’t anticipate anything going wrong. It’s more as a precaution. The Russians aren’t known for breaking their word or short-changing anyone. They’re all about business and respect.

A white truck pulls up, a black SUV right behind. Konstantin and Kirill hop out, greeting us with a shake of their hands.

“We have your entire shipment here.” Konstantin orders one of his men to open the back of the truck.

The metal pulls up, revealing cases of armor and ammo.

He takes one of the suitcases and unzips it, exposing over a dozen pistols. “You may inspect them all if you’d like.”

I look him dead in the eyes. “I trust you.”

His mouth cracks with a cold smile, which only makes him appear more predatory.

“Very good.” He reaches out his palm, slapping mine hard. “I appreciate that show of respect. It means a lot to me.” He stares at the driver of the truck. “Alright. Come on, Dimitriy, let’s go.”

As Konstantin and his brother head back toward the SUV, the young kid opens his door, but as he does, two other SUVs come barreling down the dirt road.

Right for us.

“What the fuck?” Fionn reaches for his gun, and in a flash we all have our weapons out, pointing at the incoming vehicles.

My immediate thought is that it’s either Jerry or one of the other organized factions, trying to undermine us.

That never works.

We always win.

Cillian radios our men at the gate, but there’s no answer. “Fuck!”

“So they’re not with you either, I presume?” Konstantin glances behind his shoulder at me.

I shake my head.

“Very good, then. Let’s kill the bastards.” With a growl, he lets a few rounds rip from his nine.

My brothers and I join him, while Kirill grabs a few rifles from the truck, giving one to each of us. One of the men from the vehicles slips his head out from the window, a ski mask covering his face and a pistol in his grip.

He fires a few shots at us, and we return the favor, missing his fucking head.

“Now it’s a party.” Konstantin’s sinister chuckle only fuels my rage as he shoots his way through the windshield, killing the driver and causing the SUV to swerve off its path before it lurches to a sudden stop.

Fionn takes that moment to finish off the passenger while the rest of us fire at the other car.

I don’t know how many men they have. But before I can wonder, four men in ski masks jump out of the second SUV, hiding behind the doors as they pop out their weapons, firing right at us.

“Take cover!” I holler at my brothers.

“Blyat! I’m gonna kill these sons of bitches!” Konstantin roars, firing a hole into one guy as bullets fly right past him.

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