Page 111 of Claim Me
“One last time. Who. Is. He?”
“Rurik’s cousin.” His words were barely audible, but I heard them.
Releasing pressure, I half laughed. “So Popov has a nephew.” I had a strong belief Joseph had been the one she’d seen following her.
“Interesting. Something we didn’t discover,” Mikhail admitted.
“That’s because he didn’t want anyone to learn he had a plant in the symphony.” This time, I crouched down beside the stupid asshole, rubbing my jaw to try to keep my patience. “Where is Marissa Valentine?”
When he grinned, my reaction was swift and I smashed my weapon across his face, breaking his nose. The sound of crunching bones was elevated in the expansive room.
Foamy pink spittle flew from his mouth. “Fuck you.”
I jammed the barrel of my gun under his jaw. “I can either allow you peace quickly or I can make this last. I have all night long.” I laughed, the sound maniacal.
The moment he shouted off a name, every muscle in my body tensed.
“Where?”
“I… I swear to God, I don’t know. Please. I just…” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was now useless.
I took another deep breath before rising to my feet. I’ll be goddamned. My blood continued to boil. The treachery was everywhere.
Mikhail chortled. “Now, we go hunting.”
“Yes, we do.” I lingered a few seconds longer before aiming my gun, the single shot relieving the asshole of any pain.
As if I gave a shit if he’d suffered.
A single noise drew my attention, the sound so slight I sensed no one else had heard it. With an instant reaction, I shifted to my left.
Pop! Pop!
The last of the ten soldiers finally met his maker seconds before he’d gotten off a killing shot.
“Yes, it’s fucking time to go hunting. And I want a souvenir for my wall.” Just before I walked out of the warehouse, I noticed containers of gasoline. With a wicked smile on my face, I pulled one into my hand, taking long strides back to the crates lined against one wall.
As I splashed the entire five gallons across three of them, I noticed Mikhail and Simon doing the same.
Once finished, I waited until the others had left the building before heading to the door. With a single look back, I pulled out my lighter, grabbing a stack of papers located on a close table. I took my time igniting the edges, watching the orange glow build.
Stepping outside, I tossed the papers into the warehouse and didn’t bother looking behind me as I headed into the darkness.
Seconds later, the single boom brought a smile to my face.
There was nothing to be said as we drove toward the resort, no words that were necessary to continue sparking the anger inside. I was on a mission. People would suffer.
And they would die.
All because of their loyalty to the wrong Russian Bratva. When I pulled the vehicle into the parking lot of Marengo, I barely killed the engine before climbing out. I knew the man in question was here. I’d sensed it in my bones.
The group of us didn’t make it to the door before Alexsey and Alessandro appeared, huge smiles on their faces. I’d seen the look before when handling the Irish thugs during another battle. They’d found something. Alessandro was an expert hacker, the Cosa Nostra member proving himself more than once. His skills would continue coming in handy.
“What is it?” I asked.
“With Alessandro’s help, we discovered some damning information. Emails between Drake Carlisle and Rurik Popov. Dozens of them.”
He handed me a printout of what they’d discovered. All I had to do was to take a quick look to know the information provided by the enemy soldier had been correct. Drake was a mole, loyal to Popov.
