Page 77 of Bratva Bride

"Maybe Nero's just an idiot?" Lukyan asked, shrugging his shoulders.

"Nero may be an idiot but even he wouldn't send his men into battle without appropriate weaponry," Alessandro interjected.

"And yet, that's exactly what he's done. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Nikolai asked.

And then it clicked into place. "Unless...he didn't have a choice."

My father and Aleksandr both frowned, processing my words. Right at that moment, standing side by side with a near identical look on their faces, they were the epitome of father and son.

My father's brows shot up to his hairline, a look of surprise that quickly morphed into anger on his face. "Check the shipment," he barked.

Aleksandr moved instantly, wasting no time leaving the room. He returned a few minutes later and it was evident by the look on his face that we weren't going to like what he had to say.

"It's gone. Everything we had packed and ready for the De Lucas - gone." He shook his head, his lips drawn back in a snarl. "The fuckers even cleaned out our armoury."

My father stared at him, pure rage rolling off of him in waves. Anger flooded his veins, making him clench his fists and grit his teeth. He cracked his neck left, then right, and rolled his shoulders back.

Oh no.

He roared at the top of his lungs, slamming his fists onto his desk once, twice, three times. The timber cracked under the relentless pressure, which only seemed to anger him further. He placed his hands underneath the desk and flipped it into the air, sending it flying across the room in his fit of rage. People scrambled out of the way to avoid being hit by what was left of his very expensive desk.

"Podozhdi poka ya ikh ne dostanu!"Wait until I get my fucking hands on them!he growled in Russian.

"Wait, they took everything?" I asked Aleksandr.

His crystal blue eyes watched our father briefly, concern etched all over his face before he looked at me and nodded.

"Even the AK-47s and P-90s?"

My father had a new contract with a local MC Gang here in Vegas. We had never worked with them before but they needed some serious hardware for a turf war going on with a rival gang and they offered us double. Two cases of AK-47s and P-90s were set to be delivered in a matter of days.

Lukyan stepped forward, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Illayana, you're a fucking genius."

"What?" Andrei asked, looking between Lukyan and I.

"My father can be quite...paranoid." My eyes flicked to him and he shrugged in response. "When he makes an arrangement with people we've never worked with before, he places a tracking device in with the shipment. On the slim chance they decide to double cross us and take off with the guns without paying, we have a way of tracking them down."

"Activate it. Find out where they are," my father snapped.

Nikolai started doing his usual techy shit. After a couple of minutes, he turned his laptop to face us, a wicked grin on his face. "Got em'. They're a couple hours away in a town called San Bernardino."

My father smiled. A truly evil and vindictive smile.

"They must be driving back to Chicago. This is the perfect opportunity to get our guns back."

My Father nodded. "We'll leave at nightfall. They have our weapons so we're already at a disadvantage. We'll need the cover of darkness to help even the odds."

"How are we going to take them on? We're seriously outgunned here," I asked.

"I think it's time I make a call to your godfather," he smirked. "Andrei, I want twenty of our best soldiers here, ready to go by dark."

Andrei bowed and left the room, Nadia in tow.

My father faced Alessandro. "Will you be joining us?"

Alessandro scoffed. "Do you even have to ask?" He pulled out his cell phone and put it to his ear, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Vincenzo, round up the men. We're going hunting."

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