Page 25 of Andrei's Solnyshko

I whisper to Serg, “Are they that dumb?”

“Maybe they don’t know how important she is to you.”

“They think I killed Carlos over money and she was the consolation prize.”

“They are going to get a rude awakening. Nice necklace, brother. The tracker doesn’t make you look controlling or possessive at all,” he laughs.

“I am controlling and possessive. And she’s mine, and we’re getting her back.”

“I hope I never meet a woman that makes me want to track her ass.”

“I hope you do. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

I screw the silencer on my gun and radio everyone, “I want Julio. If you find him, shoot him, but keep him alive.”

We’ll have the element of surprise on our side, and a smile plays on my mouth, thinking of putting a bullet into Julio’s head.

We all enter at the same time. The music is loud, and they have no idea their lives are about to end. Foko and Lev are in a building across the street with eyes on the warehouse. They tell us where our targets are and Serg and I slink up the stairs to where we think Summer is. There are two guys inside a room, snorting multiple lines of cocaine. I point to one and Serg nods that he’ll take the other. It’s almost too easy. They both lean over and when they take another snort we shoot them in the head. They slump to the ground and we continue on, not even looking back.

The noise grows louder as we close in on them. Alek radios that two are dead and Niko confirms three more, gloating that he’s winning. Foko has eyes on the party, but Julio and Summer aren’t there.

The sun is about to come up. We need to finish this. I radio Lev, “Lev, you let them on my property and at my girl, now fucking find her.”

“I have eyes on her and Julio. They are on the third floor. He’s….”

“He’s what?”

“Get up there!”

Alek, Niko and Serg swarm the party while I take the stairs, two at a time, reaching the door separating me from the love of my life.

I hear him laughing, “Fucking bitch, let’s see how fucking tight Carlos said you were.”

“No! Get off of me! Help! Andrei!”

“No one is coming. Andrei Sokolov doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“He does. He loves me.”

“You’re nothing but a nuisance. I can’t say I hate Sokolov for killing Carlos, but the fucker owed me money too, and I need to get paid. He said you were tight as fuck and I plan to find out.”

I open the door slightly. My angel is zip tied to the bed and she’s trembling. He’s ripped her top off and I see a fresh bruise on her cheek. I reign in my anger and scope out the rest of the space. Julio’s holster and gun are on the other side of the room, but he has his knife to her throat. I wanted him to suffer, but I may not get my chance. I need to shoot a kill shot.

I aim as he grabs at her pants, slicing them off of her. She screams and I see blood stream down her leg. The fucker cut her. I widen the door and creep in. Neither of them see me. I can’t tell how deep the cut is, but she moved at the last minute, avoiding her inner thigh.

She’s sobbing, “Andrei will come, and when he does he’s going to kill you.”

“The Bratva don’t give a shit about you. I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to let every man here fuck you. The Bratva already forgot about you.”

He sets his knife on the bed and unbuckles his pants, grabbing at her. This is my chance.

I swoop in and wrap my arm around his neck in a head lock. I drag him off the bed and Summer blinks her eyes not believing I’m here.

“I came,solnyshko. I got you.”

Julio struggles but tries to play it cool, “Hey man. No hard feelings about Carlos. He was dead weight.”

“There are hard feelings, many hard feelings. That’s my girl and you are going to fucking suffer.”

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