Page 90 of Use Me, Daddy

“Enough,” Ada interjected, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. “If Amy wants to go, she goes. But she stays close to me. Got it?”

Maxim’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the brothers exchanged a look that I couldn’t quite decipher. Finally, Maxim nodded, his expression hardening.

“Fine,” he said. “But if anything happens to her, it’s on you, Murphy.”

Ada smirked, unbothered by the warning. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

The ride to the docks was tense. I sat between Ada and Nikolai in the back seat, my pulse pounding in my ears as I stared out the window.

Maxim was in the front passenger seat, speaking quietly into a comm device as he coordinated with Shane and the others in the second car. Ivan was driving, his movements smooth and precise, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Ada broke the silence beside me, her tone calm but firm. “You remember the plan?”

I nodded quickly. “Stick with you. Don’t get in the way.”

“Good girl,” she said, her lips curving into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “This isn’t going to be easy, Amy. The Orlovs don’t play fair, and they don’t show mercy.”

“I know,” I said softly, though my voice wavered.

Nikolai leaned back, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “Relax,” he said, his tone light but edged with steel. “Stick with Ada, and you’ll be fine. Besides, we’re going to tear these bastards apart before they even know what hit them.”

The docks were quiet when we arrived, the dark waters lapping softly against the pylons. Stacks of shipping containers loomed like monoliths in the shadows, and the faint hum of machinery echoed in the distance.

It was eerie in the fading light.

Maxim gave a small hand signal, and everyone began to move. Shane’s crew took position along the perimeter, while the Morozovs split into pairs—Maxim with Ivan, Nikolai with Sergei—each of them slipping into the shadows with weapons drawn.

I stuck close to Ada, my heart racing as we moved toward one of the larger warehouse buildings. She walked with purpose, her steps silent but deliberate, a pistol gripped firmly in her hand.

“You’re doing fine,” she murmured as we crouched behind a stack of crates near the entrance.

I nodded, clutching the gun I’d stolen in my own hand, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

Maxim’s voice crackled softly through the comms. “Movement inside. Four guards at the entrance. More likely inside the warehouse. Keep it quiet until we’re in position.”

Ada glanced at me, her expression sharp. “Stay behind me,” she whispered.

I swallowed hard and nodded, gripping the gun tighter as she moved forward.

The first guard didn’t see it coming. Ada moved like an assassin, her silenced pistol snapping with a soft pop as the bullet struck home. The man crumpled, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud. My breath caught in my throat, my heart hammering in my chest as I forced myself to keep moving.

“Good,” Ada murmured, glancing back at me, her expression calm and unreadable. She gestured for me to follow, her movements as fluid as water.

We slipped through the side entrance, the metal door creaking faintly as Ada pushed it open. The warehouse loomed aroundus, lit by weak overhead bulbs that buzzed faintly and cast harsh shadows across the walls and floor.

I followed Ada as she crept along the edges of the building, my hands gripping my own gun. My palms were sweaty, my breaths shallow, but I kept pushing, not for myself, but for Aleksei.

The voices grew louder, sharp, and clipped, the familiar cadence of Russian echoing through the cavernous space. I strained to make out the words, but my focus shifted the moment I saw him.

Aleksei.

He was kneeling in the center of the room, his hands bound tightly behind his back. Blood trickled down the side of his face, staining his shirt, but he was alive.

That was all I could focus on—that he wasalive.

Two men stood over him, their faces cold and cruel, while a third paced nearby, barking orders into a phone. More guards lingered in the shadows, their weapons glinting in the faint light. My heart clenched, anger and fear warring inside me.

“Stay here,” Ada whispered, her voice sharp but steady as she pressed herself against a stack of crates.

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