Page 81 of Bratva Butcher

“Ahhh, DeDe, always getting yourself into trouble,” the man said, smirking at Dimitri.

I turned to Dimitri, arching a brow. “DeDe?”I mouthed, trying to keep myself from breaking out into a fit of laughter.

He said nothing, just glared at me, as per usual. He looked at the blonde. “Mikhail. How did you find us?”

“Kill now, catch up later.” He clicked a button on the gun, and the magazine slid out, crashing to the ground. He reached behind his back, pulling out another one, and slapped it into place before handing the weapon over to Dimitri.

Dimitri checked it over with the experience and precision of a man who’d been around guns all his life and knew exactly how to use them. Quick, precise movements, checking the mag, checking the chamber.

“And, who is this lovely lady?” Mikhail asked like he’d only just noticed I was standing there.

Dimitri barked something out aggressively in Russian that made Mikhail’s mouth drop open in shock.

“What?” My gaze whipped back and forth between the two of them. “What did he say? Did he insult me? He does that a lot. Whatever he said, it’s not true.”

Mikhail blinked. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Dimitri cut him off, speaking in Russian again.

Okay, this is getting irritating.

Mikhail responded in Russian. It sounded like they were arguing, but honestly, I had no idea. They could have been threatening to kill each other or declaring their love for one another, for all I knew.

“Okay, enough,” Mikhail shouted, switching back to English. “We don’t have time for this. We need to go.”

Dimitri gave him an affronted look. “I’m not leaving without my children.”

“They’ll meet us at the rendezvous point. Reinforcements have already been called. If we’re going to get out of here, we need to leave now—”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Dimitri snarled, cutting him off. “I’m not leaving this arena until I’m sure all of my children are out of here.”

“Argh, fine. We’ll do a lap before we leave.” He pointed to me. “She coming?”

That bastard actually had the audacity to hesitate. My mouth dropped open in outrage. “Yes, I’m coming!” I snapped.

Mikhail didn’t take my word for it. He waited for Dimitri to give the all-clear,which he still hadn’t done!

I marched over to him and kicked him in the shin.

“Ow! Fuck!” Dimitri hobbled, holding his shin. “Yes, she’s coming!”

I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded.Damn straight I’m fucking coming.

“Alrighty, then,” Mikhail cleared his throat. His hand came up and touched the earpiece in his ear. “Dimitri secure,” he said to whoever was on the other end. He signalled to the men who had formed a protective circle around us, guarding us from Talon’s men. “On me. Move out.”

Guns up, Dimitri and Mikhail took point, leading the way through the chaos and shooting anyone that got in our way. Since no one gave me a gun, I swiped up a sword and an axe from the ground as we went.

The way Dimitri moved—slick and confidently—and the way he held the machine gun perfectly left no doubt in my mind he’d had some sort of military training.

“I’ve got confirmation Illayana, Lukyan and Aleksandr are out of the arena and on the way to the rendezvous point,” Mikhail said, blasting a soldier in the chest with a rain of bullets.

“What about Nikolai?” Dimitri grunted, using his gun to block a strike from a longsword. He front-kicked the soldier and put two bullets in his chest before moving on.

“Vincenzo confirmed he had him, but there’s been no update about whether or not he’s left the arena.”

“Well, I’m not leaving until—”

“Father!”

That one word was filled with so much fear and desperation that it made evenmestop, searching for the owner of that voice, like Dimitri and Mikhail.

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