Page 28 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
I could already hear gunfire, even from inside the car.
We got out of the cars and put on our bulletproof vests. Checked our weapons. Started to move.
Our men had us covered from all sides.
“We’ll go in from the south side,” Caspian said, giving us our commands. “Dante and his men were hiding out in the loading area office. That place has two ways out—one in the front and a fire exit at the back.”
I nodded. “Luca, Achille—take the back. Caspian and I will create a diversion at the front. Find Dante, get him out. Don’t play hero.”
My brothers nodded. We moved silently, splitting up at the warehouse perimeter.
As Caspian and I got closer, I saw six Esposito gunmen hiding behind big shipping containers, holding automatic weapons. They were all aiming at the loading dock office, with their backs to us, and every now and then, shots coming from inside told me Dante and his men were still alive in there.
“Cover me,” I told Caspian, and moved to a better position.
I quietly snuck up on one of the enemy men and shot him in the back of the head with a soundless gun.
He fell instantly, and I moved on without stopping.
At the same time, Caspian threw a smoke bomb to distract everyone, making it harder for them to see.
Amid that chaos, I took down two more enemies. Then, through the smoke, I saw him—Dante.
He was trying to escape while two of his men covered him with gunfire.
“Dante!” I hissed, waving him toward me.
He changed course, crouched low as he ran. He looked relieved on seeing we were here. That relief immediately turned to alarm just as he spotted something over my shoulder.
“Federico! Down!”
I dropped on instinct. Bullets ripped through the air where my head was a split second earlier. I rolled, changed directions, and came up firing, catching the shooter in the chest.
He fell, but not before he got off another wild shot that grazed my upper arm.
It burned. Fuck. It burned. Hurt. Seared.
But there was no time.
We had to get out of here. We had to see if the rest of our brothers were okay.
“Move!” I shoved Dante ahead of me as Caspian lay down covering fire.
We made it to the extraction point where Luca waited with the engine running. Achille was already inside with the rest of Dante’s crew—or what was left of them.
Three men, bloodied but alive.
“Where’s Giovanni?” I asked.
“He’s with Caspian now. Just got the intel through radio,” Achille explained. “Our men are going to extract them.”
As soon as we got in, Luca peeled away.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I turned on Dante, the adrenaline and anger making me raise my voice. “Moving up the shipment without telling anyone?”
At least Dante had the decency to look ashamed. “I got a tip that customs were watching the docks. Thought I’d beat them to it.”
“A tip? From who?” I demanded.
