Page 71 of Corrupted Pleasure
“I will,” Cassio agreed. “His wife just had a baby so it might take him a few days.”
I fucking hoped all this was a coincidence, but I feared it wasn’t. When I didn’t respond, Cassio continued, “Do you have a few days, Liam?”
My fist clenched. Quinn threw me a worried glance, but I ignored it.
“I don’t fucking know,” I answered, my jaw ticking. “I’ve been under attack for the past three months.”
“The Kingpins?” he inquired. “Or the Russians again?”
“Russians.” There was no sense in mentioning the attack from three months ago that the Italians and Russians coordinated at the same time.
“Have you considered locking the women in the compound?”
It was ironic that I gave similar advice to Nico earlier today. “They didn’t exactly grow up locked up,” I retorted dryly. “Listen, I’ll owe you big time if you get me connected with Nikolaev. I have to go.”
“If you need anything, just tell me,” Cassio concluded. “My warehouses, anything.”
“Appreciate it.” It dawned on me. If I moved the shipment I was about to hijack back to my own warehouse, it’d be at risk of getting attacked. But if I stored it in one of Cassio’s places, nobody would know it was there. “Actually since you offered. I’m about to take my stolen shipment back. If you have a free warehouse, I’ll pay you to store my goods there.”
“You got it.”
It was settled. Satisfied with at least one part of today, I ended the call and turned my attention to Quinn.
“Nico got them on the satellite,” Quinn explained. “They are on the move and it’s just the girls. Nobody on their tail.”
Thank fuck!
“Please ask him to tail them until they are safely back and alert me immediately if something happens.”
I knew Nico would have it covered. There was nobody better than Nico Morrelli. Now, I had to focus on this attack.
“How many men do we have?” I demanded.
My driver sped through traffic, weaving through the lanes to get where we needed to be as soon as possible.
“Ten,” Quinn answered. “Five following us and five meeting us there.”
“We’re going to throw a gas canister into that place before we walk in,” I told him. “Warn everyone to have their masks ready.” It was part of our standard attack gear. “Once we’re inside, kill to defend. But no matter what, keep one guy alive. We need him for questioning.”
I turned to look out the window. The skies were gray, and it reminded me of Davina’s eyes. I’d hoped today would be a better day. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this shit. Maybe I was getting old, but this constant battle with the Russians was wearing me thin.
It took us thirty minutes to get to our location. First, I went over the plan with my men. We’d split and attack the west and east door to the warehouse, then flush out whoever was in there.
Quinn led one group and I led the other. I lifted my hand and counted to three, then we threw the tear gas in. Another five seconds and we all charged in. Gunshots echoed, men were rolling on the ground grunting and moaning.
There were only five men here, their guns scattered on the floor while all five had guns pointed at their heads by my men.
“Who’s in charge here?” I asked.
None of them answered.
“Who in the fuck is in charge here?”
“Nyet. Nyet.” Fuck! Russians. It would have been so much easier if it was the Italians.
“Who’s in charge?” I gritted. “I won’t ask again. Next time, I’m shooting.”
All fingers pointed to the man to the far left.
