Page 105 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
Through my binoculars, I saw a black SUV snake through the woods from the opposite direction down South.
And then another.
The vehicles stopped at the clearing.
And then, he stepped out.
Igor Petrov. Thin face, beady eyes. Flanked by four men. One of them dragged a figure behind him.
Megan.
My throat tightened at the sight of her. Even from this distance, I could see she was in bad shape. Her head lolled to oneside, hair matted to her face. She stumbled as they pulled her forward, barely able to stand on her own.
“Bastards,” Dante hissed through the comm. “They drugged her.”
My jaw clenched so hard it popped.
Our decoy stepped out of the car, the bag of cash clearly visible in her hand. She walked forward slowly, exactly as we’d instructed. Igor gestured for her to come closer.
Through my scope, I watched his face. The moment of realization hit him when she was about ten yards away. His eyes narrowed. His head tilted. He knew.
“It’s not her,” he barked to his men. “It’s a setup!”
Guns appeared like magic, pointed at our decoy. She dropped the bag and dove for cover behind the car as the first shots rang out.
“Now!” I shouted.
We erupted from the trees like vengeful ghosts. Bullets tore through the air around us as we advanced, using the trees for cover. I took down the guard on the left while Caspian handled the one to my right.
Gastone covered our backs.
I sprinted toward the warehouse, zigzagging to avoid the gunfire. Dante and Giovanni laid down covering fire from the right, forcing Igor and his remaining men to retreat back, away from their cars, dragging Megan with them.
The Ustinovs’ army appeared from the eastern flank, forcing Igor’s group to split their attention. I used the distraction to close the distance.
I was twenty yards from Megan now. Her eyes were half-open, unfocused. Blood matted her hair above her right ear. The sight sent a fresh wave of rage through me.
“I’ll circle around,” Caspian said, already moving to flank the warehouse. “Keep them busy.”
I nodded, then raised my hand to signal Giovanni. He understood immediately, laying down a barrage of fire that forced Igor and his men to duck for cover, leaving Megan with another group. I used the moment to sprint forward, closing half the remaining distance.
I dropped and rolled, coming up behind a concrete pillar. Three men were left guarding Megan.
But then—
“Espositos,” Gastone barked beside me. “Look! On the ridge!”
He was right.
A second group of men emerged from the north hill. Different build. Different gear. Moving in sync with Petrov’s forces, but nothismen.
My stomach turned.
“Petrov’s not acting alone,” I muttered. “He’s working with the Espositos.”
So that’s why he got greedy. The Espositos bought him and Petrov? Caused trouble when he didn’t have to. When we had made a fair bargain in the first place.
He teamed up with our enemies.
