Page 81 of Bratva Knight

It made sense, considering the illegal activities that took place on that island. He’d need to be confident no one went running to the cops.

I nodded. “Easy.”

“And replace it with an image of me instead,” Aleksandr commanded. “I’ll be the one going undercover.”

I snorted. “You’re kidding, right?”

His brows snapped together. “No, I’m not.”

“Aleksandr, out of all of us,youare the only one whocan’tdo it. You’re the spitting image of Father.”

“He’s right,” Lukyan stated. “One look at you and it’s plainly obvious that you’re Dimitri Volkov’s son.”

He huffed in annoyance but didn’t deny it. He knew we were right.

“We all know I’m the best choice. I’ve always looked more like Mother than Father,” I said.

“Alright, fine. We’ll leave it the way it is.” He definitely wasn’t happy about it, though. He looked at Mikhail. “How long will it take you to find out what we need?”

“Not long.” He pushed off the wall and pulled out his phone. “I’ll get my people on it right now. I should have something for you in the next few days.” With nothing else to add, he left.

“I want to see it again,” Illayana demanded.

Aleksandr and I shared a look with one another. She was talking about the video of Father fighting. The one sent in the email. I didn’t know what good would come from watching it for the third time, but I nodded for Aleksandr to show her again anyway. He handed her the iPad. Lukyan leant over her shoulder to watch it too, eyes focused. It was the most serious I’d ever seen him before, the longest I’d ever seen him go without cracking a stupid joke. It worried me.

I got to my feet and went to Aleksandr’s side, placing one hand flat on the desk to lean forward so our siblings couldn’t overhear our conversation.

“We need to keep a close eye on them. This whole thing will be hard for them to deal with.” For the first time in their lives, Father had been beaten. The man they’d looked up to all their lives was being held captive and forced to fight for his life, all while others watched and cheered.

Aleksandr grunted in agreement. His gaze was locked on Illayana and Lukyan as they rewatched the video over and over again. “Don’t worry. I’ll watch them.”

I nodded. “Where’s the missus?”

“Off seeing her brother. She’s trying to get a rough idea of how many men she might be able to bring to the table if we need it.”

“Is her brother really going to allow that? Our last interaction with him didn’t exactly go very well.”

“Drea seems to think so. But I don’t think he’d be doing it forus. He’ll be doing it for her. They might only be a small organisation, but their numbers will help.” He looked at me over his shoulder. “I need you to take a dozen soldiers and handle something for me.”

“What?”

“I’ve got the locations of two of the MC gangs that helped in the raid against our house. I want you to deal with them.”

A smile curved on my lips. “In any particular way?”

Cold darkness swept over his eyes. “Make them suffer.”

By the time I got home, it was late. My whole body ached, exhaustion flowing in every bone inside me to the point that my limbs felt like jello. There was blood in my hair. Underneath my fingernails. Drenched in my clothes. Seeping into my skin.

The night had been alongone. The first MC gang, The Chaos Lords, had set up their clubhouse in a crack den. Piss and vomit-soaked floors. Broken windows. Mouldy walls. I felt like I needed a tetanus shot just walking into the damn place.

It was easy to see how Dominik managed to convince them to work for him. All he had to do was throw a wad of cash at them and they’d be willing to do whatever the fuck he wanted. Junkies would do anything for their next fix.

It was a small charter, consisting of seven members. I assumed there were probably more before the attack, but now there were only seven left, all of whom were completely whacked out of their minds on God knows what when we arrived.

It was an easy infiltration. We snuck in under the cover of darkness and slit their throats while they were passed out, not suffering a single casualty. There was no honor among thieves between us. Fuckers had broken into our house and tried to kill us. We were just repaying the favour. The difference was that we were successful.

We left the Prez and Vice Prez until last. Aleksandr’s only request was to make them suffer. The others were merely pawns, lackeys. Just following orders. Those two, however, actively decided to go against us. And that came at a price—that price being their eyes, tongues, hands and feet. By the time we were done, they were unrecognisable. Just lifeless, bloody corpses that looked like they’d been mauled by Edward Scissorhands.

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