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“I’m ready,” I reply, my heart racing. “Let’s do this.”

Together, we step out into the storm, the rain soaking us instantly. It’s a new beginning, a chance to redefine our lives, and as we make our way toward the entrance, I feel a sense of excitement bubbling within me.

This is the moment we’ve been waiting for, the moment we take control of our destiny. With Viktor by my side, I know we can face whatever comes next.

As we enter the building, the door slams shut behind us, sealing off the chaos of the outside world. Together, we step into the unknown, ready to confront the challenges ahead, united in our commitment to one another.

Chapter Twenty-Two – Viktor

The night air is thick with tension as Alyssa and I approach the abandoned warehouse. It looms in the darkness like a specter, its windows boarded up, the paint peeling, and the silence surrounding it almost deafening. My heart pounds in my chest, a rhythmic reminder of the stakes involved. I scan the area, looking for any sign of trouble, hyper-aware that every shadow could hide a threat.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Alyssa asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She clutches my hand tightly, her fingers cold against my palm.

I nod, forcing myself to remain calm. “Sergei knows what he’s doing. He’s always been trustworthy.” Yet, even as I say it, I can feel the weight of uncertainty pressing down on us. The Bratva is always lurking, always watching, and with Lev on our tail, I know we don’t have much time.

As we step inside the warehouse, the air shifts around us, thick with dust and the musty smell of neglect. The dim light from the few surviving bulbs flickers ominously, casting shadows that dance across the concrete floor. I lead Alyssa through the entrance, feeling her tension radiate beside me.

In the back, Sergei stands waiting, arms crossed and expression grave. He’s a tall man with a broad frame, his once-sharp suit now worn and frayed at the edges, much like our past connections to the Bratva. “Viktor,” he greets, his voice low and heavy with unspoken words. “You came.”

“I didn’t have much choice. We need your help,” I reply, letting go of Alyssa’s hand for a moment to pull out a chair and sit down. The creaking sound echoes in the vast emptiness around us.

Sergei’s eyes flicker to Alyssa, taking in her presence. “And you brought her.”

“She’s part of this now,” I assert, feeling a protective instinct surge through me. “What do you know?”

Sergei leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Lev is leading the charge to find you. He’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants. And if that means bringing you back to the Bratva, he won’t hesitate.”

I grit my teeth at the thought of Lev. He was once a friend, a brother in arms, but that loyalty is now twisted by his ambition. “What’s the plan?” I ask, forcing my voice to remain steady.

“We need to get Alyssa out of the city. It’s the only way to ensure her safety.” Sergei’s gaze locks onto mine, searching for understanding. “But it won’t be easy. They have eyes everywhere.”

As I contemplate our next move, a cold breeze whips through the warehouse, rattling the few remaining windows. My instincts scream at me, alerting me to the danger lurking just beyond our makeshift sanctuary.

“What do we do if they find us here?” Alyssa’s voice cuts through the air, anxiety lacing her tone.

“First, we need to arm ourselves. Sergei, do you have weapons?” I ask, my heart racing at the prospect of a confrontation.

“Just what I have left,” Sergei replies, moving toward a hidden panel in the wall. He reveals a stash of firearms and ammunition, the metal gleaming ominously in the low light. “Take what you need.”

Alyssa watches intently as I pick up a gun, the weight of it heavy in my hand. “You don’t have to do this,” she says softly, concern etched across her features. “I can’t let you put yourself in danger because of me.”

I look into her eyes, filled with fear and determination. “This isn’t just about me. It’s about us. I’m not leaving you behind, not now.” I hand her a smaller weapon, one I hope she can handle. “You need to know how to protect yourself.”

She takes the gun reluctantly, her hands shaking slightly as she grips it. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Neither have I, but we don’t have a choice,” I reply, a sense of urgency pushing me forward. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, a heightened awareness of what’s at stake.

As we finish arming ourselves, I turn to Sergei. “What’s our exit strategy?”

“We’ll have to move quickly. I’ve set up a safe route, but you’ll need to be ready for anything. The Bratva won’t hesitate to kill anyone in their way.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought. I know firsthand how ruthless they can be. “We’ll make it work,” I say,trying to sound more confident than I feel. “We can’t let Lev take either of us back.”

We gather our supplies, and just as we’re about to leave, a loud crash echoes through the warehouse, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. My heart drops, and I glance at Alyssa. “Get behind me,” I command, instinct kicking in.

Sergei moves to the side, reaching for a weapon as the door bursts open, revealing a group of Bratva enforcers, led by none other than Lev himself. His face twists into a smirk, eyes gleaming with malice. “I knew you’d come here, Viktor.”

“Get down!” I shout at Alyssa as I raise my weapon, my body instinctively moving to shield her.

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