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I only had my handgun on me and it wasn’t enough.

“I’m going with you,” Misha commented. He felt responsible, but not more than me. I should have never let this happen.

In a matter of minutes, the two of us were geared up and ready to go.

I turned to Damir. “Get one of the men you trust most to find Vlad. I want him. I don’t care what condition he is in, as long as he is alive when I see him.”

He nodded without any objection. Vlad just signed his own death warrant.

“Misha will send you the address of their location. Get your best men to meet us there. No more than seven.”

I would kill Boris once and for all. Both of us back in the car, I handed him my phone. “Give me general directions.”

I never understood the concept of being scared out of my mind before but I certainly did now. I was scared of losing the best thing that had happened to me just as I found it. She was the only woman for me. I never thought a woman could love me for me, all my ugly past, my ugly scars but she started to. She gave me love and hope when I didn’t deserve either.

The fear of losing her was so great, it was gnawing at my insides. I had never experienced such pain… not when I was hungry as a kid, or freezing, or when a bullet hit me, or when I was stabbed. I’d take all that again; just to keep her safe.

“Turn right at the crossroads,” Misha interrupted the silence.

Thank fucking God he wasn’t giving me all the idiotic comments like people tend to.

She will be ok. She’s strong. It’s not your fault.Those words were enough to send me into a rampage. That was the reason I liked him. He was cut from the same cloth as me and my brothers.

The night was falling when we arrived at our destination. I parked half a block out to ensure we didn’t alert anyone. We pulled our weapons out of the trunk, synched up earpieces and put them in. Both Misha and I still wore clothes from the wedding, but it didn’t matter to us. Those were just a disguise to our true ruthlessness. I didn’t care if blood splattered on my white shirt or black custom tailored suit, as long as it wasn’t Anastasia’s.

I scoped out the area. It was an old deserted warehouse. I ground my teeth just thinking about my woman being kept in such a building. There weren’t windows that would allow for a good view inside.

There were men roaming outside the warehouse, guarding it. It was a sure sign that my woman was in there. In the darkness of the night, with only the moon lighting our way, two of us crossed to the shack on the other side to take cover. I had to take the men guarding the warehouse down before we could get in. I hated each second she had to spend there. It was time we finished Boris once and for all.

“I counted eleven. You?” I stated in a harsh whisper.

“Eleven,” he replied in a hollow voice.

Taking a deep breath, I began firing the weapon, soundless bullets taking Boris’ men one by one thanks to the silencer.

All eleven gone. I scanned around the perimeter several more times to ensure there weren’t any stragglers.

Nothing.

“I am going in,” I hissed. Before Misha could say something, I added, “I need you to stay here and command the men when they get here.” Misha already sent Damir the address. There would be war waging here soon. “Keep all communication open through the earpieces.”

Without a backward glance, I headed for the doorway. That’s when I heard it. The scream from Anastasia was a true terror. The dread shot straight into my heart. I flew across the parking lot, with the shotgun on my shoulder and gun in my hand.

Chapter Forty

Anastasia

Icouldn’t believe I hit this guy with all my strength. It happened so fast, I couldn’t even process it but on the other hand, it was as if the entire thing happened in slow motion.

When I went into the bathroom, my reflection was scary. Blood ran down my cheeks, and there was an ugly cut on my forehead. Probably when I hit my head on the window while the car was rolling around. I worked with the few supplies at my disposal sitting in the bathroom… that would be basically next to none, to bandage it the best I could. I washed my face and put a piece of gauze over the cut on my forehead to stop the bleeding. I also had a wound on my scalp. I felt my ribs and sure enough, two of them were broken. No wonder it was hard to breathe.

I cleaned up as best I could and stepped out of the bathroom to find a different man waiting for me instead of Boris. One look at him and I shriveled back. I remembered him. Black, soulless evil eyes staring at me.The man that tried to rape me when I was in that basement with my mother.

I took a step back. “Where is Boris?” I couldn’t believe I asked for him. Anyone would be better than this brutal animal.

His laugh made all the hairs on my body stand straight. “Don’t worry. He’ll be back.”

He stepped closer to me, his stench of alcohol and sweat nauseating. He wrapped his big, dirty hand around my neck and I knew it wouldn’t take him much to snap it in half.

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