Page 157 of Bratva Knight

“I’m just saying—”

“Enough,” Aleksandr barked out. “Until he’s found, this conversation is pointless, so we’ll deal with it when the time comes. Onto the next issue. The final two MCs responsible for the attack on our home have been dealt with.”

“Have they?” Father drawled. “That’s disappointing. I would have liked to get in on that.”

“There could be minor repercussions from other charters, like Nikolai and Tatiana faced in New York from the Brotherhood. If there are, I’ll be sure to save you a few, Father.”

He nodded his head. “Much appreciated.”

“How were they handled?” I asked.

Drea chose to answer that one. “A few of the boys and I paid them a little visit. Don’t worry, I kept up with the theme of the whole ‘V’ on the forehead thing. Nice touch, by the way,” she winked.

“Thanks.”

Lukyan cleared his throat. “So, with the MCs gone and Dominik dead, that means the threat is over, right?”

I glanced at my father beside me. He hadn’t spoken about what happened exactly, but we all knew one thing. Their feud had finally come to end, with Father victorious.

Whether he planned to explain the specific details later on, I wasn’t sure, but for right now, the topic was off limits.

“The threat is far from over,” Father said ominously. “Talon is still out there.”

“But his island isn’t. Not anymore.” I could still picture it. The flames, the screams, the smoke. Everything burning in the distance as we moved further and further away from the island, rowing to Mikhail’s submarine. Apparently, Drea had ordered complete and total destruction. Turns out, Aleksandr’s little cartel wife was just as protective and vindictive as the rest of us. She wanted the whole place toburnto ash.

So, a few of the soldiers had been ordered to plant explosives on all of the buildings while they made the rescue, rigged to explode within thirty minutes.

She didn’t care about casualties because, in her opinion, none of them were innocent. I was inclined to agree. They all knew who their boss was. They all knew what took place on that island.

Whether they were a cook, a janitor or a soldier, they all contributed to the functionality of the island. They helped it thrive. When you worked for a man like Talon, no matter the job, your life was at risk. Either by his hand, or his enemies’.

“He’ll just build another one,” Father grunted. “He’s got unlimited resources. There will be another one up and running in a week.”

“But who would even attend?” Lukyan questioned. “Word has already spread about what happened. It’s all over the news…the missing politicians, the burning island in the middle of nowhere. Evenifhe built another one, no one would trust that he could keep them safe. He’s lost his entire client base. He’ll have to start over from scratch.”

“He is not going to like that,” Drea frowned.

“Good,” Father blew out with an angry breath.

“He could be looking for retaliation,” Aleksandr pointed out. “Revenge for what we’ve done to him and his business.”

A dark, feral smile curled on my father’s lips. “I’m counting on it.”

“We should double the patrols around the house, in case he plans to attack,” Drea suggested.

Aleksandr nodded. “Good idea.”

“I’ll make it happen,” Lukyan said, rising to his feet.

“Before you leave, there’s something else we need to discuss.” Aleksandr held his gaze and Lukyan thumped back down into his seat.

“What did I do now?” he sighed.

“Youhaven’t done anything—”

“For once,” I couldn’t help but add in.

Lukyan cut me an annoyed glare.

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