Page 131 of Sinful Wrath

I have no idea what I’m walking into, but I’m not about to take any chances, not when Lucia’s life is on the line.

Dimitri turns to us the moment we pull up to the house where Lucia is meant to be. “Danil and I will wait in the car.”

To a passerby, it’s nothing more than a suburban house sitting on at least an acre of land, with a perfectly manicured front lawn and freshly painted shutters.

In a matter of seconds, that illusion will be shattered.

“We have to assume that this is a set up, so we need to ensure we’re ready to make a getaway if it all goes to shit.”

“Good idea.” I nod, turning to Alexei, who’s slotting a fresh magazine into his gun. “I take it you’re coming with me?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I reach out to grasp my brother’s hand.

He squeezes mine. “Let’s go and get your girl.”

As I climb out of the car, my body hones in on the task at hand.

Get to Lucia.

I barely register the gunshots as Alexei, Anton, and I storm the house alongside our men.

The coppery twang of blood, the grunts of pain as I put bullets in chests are lost to me.

My mind quietens as I clear a path through the house.

When we come to a set of stairs that leads from the basement all the way up to the higher floors, I pause.

I look at Alexei and nod up the stairs. “You go this way, Anton and I will hit the basement.”

Alexei nods, signaling Feliks and Carlo to follow behind him.

Anton appears at my side, spitting bloody drool onto the concrete before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Some fucker thought he could take me out with a punch to the jaw.”

“I hope you put a bullet through his head.”

Anton grins, showing his blood-stained teeth.

“Course I fucking did.”

“Well, you’re going to have to do it again because we’ve got company.” I jerk my chin in the direction of the stairway leading down to the basement where four men are now heading our way.

Anton and I quickly take out the first two, their bodies going down and knocking the others off their feet like bowling pins, buying us enough time to get down the stairs.

Though what I wasn’t expecting to find at the bottom was Alfonzo himself.

“You fucker!” I roar as he stalks down the corridor toward me, a feral smile on his lips as he aims his gun right at my chest.

“Missed me?” He smirks.

“You really should get that tattoo of yours lasered.” I aim my gun at his head. “It makes it all too easy to find you.”

“Perhaps I wanted to be found, Koslov.”

“You won’t be saying that when you’re dead?—”

One of the men blocking my path starts to climb to his feet, groaning.

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