Page 90 of Bratva Bride

Oh yeah, he’s ready.

Fifteen of our best men crouched behind us, ready to move on our command. I knew each of them by name. I trusted them all to have my back.

Ideally in this situation I would have loved to have Christian and Luca here. They were fucking deadly in a fight. But Illayana’s safety was more important.

Thanks to Mikhail, Illayana’s twisted godfather, we were armed to the tee. We each had a P-90 strapped to our backs and two handguns at our waist. Dimitri had to call in a favour with the dude after his supply was cleaned out. I thought P-90s were a bit extravagant, but the Russians never did shit in halves.

Excitement blasted through me as I made my way up to the motel door, followed closely by Vin, my father and our men.

“On my count,” I whispered into my earpiece, cocking my gun. “Three…two…one…go.”

I raised my foot and kicked down the door, ripping it straight off the hinges, just as the same thing happened to the back door and the Bratva came piling in with Dimitri and Aleksandr leading the charge, locked and loaded.

I scanned the room quickly, my eyes taking in everything in under a second.

Two single beds, a man sitting at the end of each one, a woman stripping in front of them. Another man in the corner near the window smoking a cigarette while a blonde woman sucked him off. Five men sitting on the couch huddled over a bag filled to the brim with guns.

Dimitri’s guns.

A multitude of things all happened at once. The two men on the beds reached for their guns on the bedside tables, the man near the window cursed and pushed the blonde away, trying to get to his weapon, and the men crowded around the bag of guns tripped over one another as they each tried to pull a gun out and take aim.

“Vin!” I signalled for him to take the two on the bed. He put a bullet in each of their backs before they reached their guns.

I fired a few warning shots into the wall, skimming a man’s ear and making him cry out in pain. “Move again and I’ll take you all out,” I vowed as Father came to my side, aiming his gun at the crowd of men.

As much as I wanted to kill them all right here, right now, make them suffer for what they did, we agreed to take as many as we could alive. We had an example to set and a plan in motion to accomplish it. A plan that required prisoners.

The man near the window tried to make a run for it and he ran smack into Aleksandr’s big body, bouncing off it like a bouncy ball and landing flat on his ass.

Aleksandr gripped him by the throat and squeezed, pulling him up and dragging him closer. He headbutted him in the face and broke his nose, blood pouring out all over the place. With a kick to the chest, Aleksandr sent him flying across the room.

Gotta love the dude’s style.

“Lukyan,” Aleksandr barked, pointing at the man bleeding on the floor.

Illayana’s youngest brother pounced on him, holding a knife to his throat. “Go ahead,” he purred, digging the knife further in and drawing blood. “Give me a reason to gut you.”

The man wisely stayed still.

Lukyan pouted. “Pity.”

Feminine screams echoed all around the room and irritation flowed through me. I couldn’t stand that shit. Weak women.

If your life is in danger, you don’t scream. You don’t cower. You fucking fight.

“Shut up!” I yelled, pointing my gun at the three women huddled in the corner. “Or I’ll put a bullet in between your fucking eyes.”

They shut up real fucking quick.

One thing our intel didn’t tell us was that this was an adjoining room. All the ruckus, the gunfire, the screaming made the group of men in the next room come barrelling in, guns drawn.

It turned into a bloodbath. Bullets flew in every direction. Blood sprayed all over the walls. Everybody ran and ducked for cover. Glass shattered. Plaster rained down like confetti.

I fired round after round, taking down as many of the bastards as I could. Fuck taking them alive, it was time to fuck their shit up. We could still make an example out of them by stringing their bodies up for the world to fucking see.

I flipped the couch over and took cover behind it, reloading my gun.

Lukyan scurried over and crouched at my side, a crazy smile on his face. “Isn’t this fun?!” he yelled over the gunfire, laughing maniacally.

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