Page 91 of Unleashed

Chapter 28

POLINA

My brothers.

Every single one of them, larger than life, furious, formidable, weapons drawn. Relief floods my veins as love and loyalty shake me to my core.

My brothers have come for me.

I know them.

My god, I know them. All of them. That’s Mikhail, the eldest, with his golden skin and light brown hair, his eyes little pools of red-hot fury as he points his weapon.

Aleksandr, tall and muscular with an expression of utter fury on his face. Lev, my younger brother, his gun trained in front of him as he pulls the trigger relentlessly, spitting fire and devastation. Ollie, his vivid green eyes as placid as a field of grass, totally in his element as he slides a knife out of his boot with ruthless efficiency, kneels, and slices the neck of a man who’s down.

Nikko, our fierce protector, his jaw set and weapon readied.

And Viktor.Huge.A human tank. Some of Soloto’s men try to flee at the sight of him, but Ollie and Lev suffer no escapes. Lev shoots, and Ollie finishes them off. My brothers have caged them in.

With a scream of rage, Semyon charges, tearing through the enemy ranks, his face a mask of cold fury. Rodion, ever the wild card, follows behind, dual pistols blazing. His manic grin sends shivers down my spine as he mows down the enemies in his path, seemingly taking great delight in the chaos and bloodshed. He’s wild and unpredictable but deadly accurate.

Rafail, ever calm and unperturbed, picks off stragglers with chilling efficiency. When I see a bloodied body rise and point his gun at him, I scream and pull the trigger. I hit him straight between the eyes.

“Good girl,” Rafail mutters before he pulls the trigger again. Each shot is deliberate, clean, with no room for error.

My breath catches as I watch my brothers—my brothers, my protectors, alongside the Kopolovs, absolutely decimate Soloto’s men.

“Gleb!” Rodion screams. “Don’t let him fucking get away!”

Semyon barrel-rolls into the crowd without hesitation as Zoya, little Zoya, plants her feet and covers him, gun raised. She screams before each shot but hits with deadly precision.

“Gleb,” Semyon snarls, launching to his feet and advancing with a deadly gleam in his eyes. “You’re not running away again. Take one more step, and I’ll shoot out your kneecaps.”

Gleb, the utter fool, decides to call his bluff. I scream when Semyon pulls the trigger, and Gleb’s left kneecap explodes. With a holler of pain, he falls. Yana, as athletic as a ballerina, soars through the air and reaches him first. She kneels beside him, a blade pressed to his neck and fists his hair.

“You son of a bitch. I hated you since the first time you tried to blackmail me when I was a kid.”

The look of shock on Rafail’s face tells me that’s news to him. If Gleb wasn’t dead before, he’s a dead man walking now.

Semyon steps forward, his voice low and dangerous. “Where’s Soloto?”

The human shield of my brothers surrounds them, menacing and unyielding.

They’re on a mission to decimate Soloto, and then—and then what?

Nikko has a gun trained on Rafail.

I open my mouth to protest but realize we need this information from Gleb. I choke on a sob.

“I-I don’t know,” Gleb stammers. “Please!”

Viktor towers over everyone, casting a shadow over the prone form of Gleb in Yana’s grip.

“You’re with him,” Viktor growls at Semyon, gun raised.

“No!” I scream. “Don’t shoot them! Please, no!”

Viktor swivels to me, his eyes wide. “Polina?”

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