Page 114 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

I knew getting out alive wouldn’t be easy. Taking out the head of the Bratva in Russia was a bold, dangerous move. Much like when Michelangelo tried to take out my brother and me. Strong leadership and careful planning were the only ways we stood a chance at survival.

Bullets whizzed past us, some slamming painfully into our Kevlar vests, knocking the breath from our lungs. The only thing pushing me forward was the image of Claire waiting for me. I had to get to her.

With adrenaline pumping, I sprinted toward one of Ivan’s guards, leaping into the air to deliver a powerful kick that knocked the gun from his grasp. Before he could react, I squeezed the trigger of my tranquilizer, sending him collapsing to the ground.

“Move, Vix! Tony!” I shouted, urgency raw in my voice.

Serigé’s men provided cover fire, wielding real ammunition while my team and I dashed for the cover of the woods.

“Vix, toss me a tranquilizer rifle!” I called.

He dug into his duffel and tossed one to me.

Dodging through the woods in our tuxedos rumpled and dirt-stained as we fired high-powered tranquilizers at Ivan’s men, watching them fall one after another. They wouldn’t wake until late tomorrow.

When we got to the edge of the property, Jefferson pulled up and stopped. “Get in, boss.”

He stood on the running board, shooting tranquilizers at the men still pursuing us.

“Drop them all!” I ordered sharply, standing my ground with my team until every last bodyguard lay unconscious in the dirt.

Once the immediate threat was eliminated, we wasted no time fleeing the chaotic scene.

“Jefferson, did you get close enough to plant them?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yes and no,” Jefferson replied, glancing uneasily at Marlow. “Show him.”

Marlow activated a monitor as Tony and I simultaneously tore open our shirts, pulling painfully at the Velcro straps holding our Kevlar in place. A sharp, burning sensation flared across my chest where bullets had struck.

On the screen, a drone hovered near Ivan’s mansion. The drone picked up a package and dropped it into the yard. It repeated the process two more times.

“This is extremely risky,” I murmured.

“It is, but what other choice do we have? The dogs on the property are bomb-sniffing canines. The bombs wouldn’t have remained intact on the grounds until tonight,” Jefferson explained.

“I agree. Marlow, Jefferson—smart thinking.” I smirked.

We watched the dogs react instantly, barking frantically as a guard stepped outside just as Marlow hit the trigger. Three powerful explosions ripped through the mansion in rapid succession, shattering windows and engulfing the structure in roaring flames.

Marlow programed the drone to return to the jet, mission accomplished.

Tony slapped my chest roughly, jolting me. I winced, gritting my teeth.

“Nessuna pietà. No mercy,” he declared fiercely.

“Nessuna pietà,” I repeated.

Ivan’s father had to be eliminated. He created a monster who hurt women and tonight, that monster met his end.

An hour later, we reached the jet, well ahead of our original schedule. Staying until tomorrow would have been far too risky. Thankfully, Serigé had provided access to a private hidden airstrip.

Darya stared coldly at Polina’s tranquilized form in the black body bag. “She killed my friend.” Her voice trembled with barely restrained anger.

“I know. We’ll make sure she pays,” I assured her gently.

Without hesitation, Darya slammed her fist into Polina’s unconscious face, breathing deeply in relief. “That felt good,” she admitted, drawing chuckles from all of us.

Turning to Serigé, I embraced him gratefully. “Thank you, my friend. You’re now the most powerful Bratva leader in Kaliningrad.”

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