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I do.
Yegor.
Rusnak blood. Distant cousin. Twisted. Dangerous.
His brother, Valentin, was killed during the internal fallout years ago—when I was cleaning house.
He never forgave me.
He disappeared after that. Went underground. No trace. Until now.
And now…he has Jennie.
My Jennie.
Alexei’s lips are still moving, whispering apologies I no longer care to hear.
I pull out my gun.
One clean shot to the head.
His body goes limp instantly, slumping in the chair. Blood spatters the floor.
Zalar doesn’t flinch. He steps forward with a quiet nod and starts cleaning up, like we’ve done this a hundred times before—which we have.
I pace. My boots crunch over shattered bone and blood. Kaz watches me quietly. He’s been very quiet, letting me bleed out my rage. Usually, he doesn’t like missing out on the fun.
I drag a hand through my hair, gripping it at the roots, breathing like a caged animal. “I’m going to kill him,” I say. “Yegor’s dead.”
Kaz leans on the edge of the table, arms crossed. “We figured.”
“No.” I face him. “He dies screaming.”
I walk in a slow circle, jaw tight. “He thinks he can touch her. Hurt her. Use her to get to me.”
I look at Alexei’s corpse. Then at the blood still fresh on my hands.
And I think about Jennie—tied to a chair, bleeding. Terrified. Alone.
He’s going to pay.
Yegor’s going to wish he stayed buried.
My phone buzzes, and I stop pacing. Kaz and Zalar watch me as I slowly take it out of my pocket, unlocking the screen. It’s a message.
No number. No name. Just words.
Come alone. Or she dies.
Location pinned.
It’s Yegor. He doesn’t know he’s been ratted out by Alexei, and that gives me an advantage. I know his weaknesses—and oh, he has a lot of them. He’s strong, but with everything I know about him, I can take him with my eyes closed.
Jennie is the only reason I have to be careful.
I click the pinned location, and my grip tightens around the phone. I stare at the screen until the pin burns into my vision. It’s an abandoned shipping yard on the edge of the city. Of course. Classic setup. No exits, no help. Just a wide-open trap.
Exactly what I’d do if I wanted to kill a man and leave no trace.
