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“Good. I’d like to watch the two of you this evening. Both of you, go bathe and prepare for me in my suite. Make it good this evening, and I will reward you both.”

“Of course,” nodded the man. He opened the door and waved for the woman to follow. She turned to her brother and grinned.

“You think this is a hardship, but it’s not. Victor has a beautiful cock, and I enjoy it very much.”

“Good, then you’ll enjoy what I have planned for you tonight.”

Trak heard the door shut and caught the smell of a cigarette being lit inside. Following his path back the same way, he met up with Kiel and Nathan once more.

“Let’s call for the others.”

“Shit!” muttered Kiel, gripping his chest. “Do you have to do that? I mean, can’t you let us know you’re there?” Trak stared at the younger man as if he’d lost his mind.

“No. Call the others. They need to be here in thirty minutes.”

Kiel looked at Nathan, who was smirking at his friend.

“You call them,” he frowned. “I’m going to check and see if I messed my pants.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

The men gathered their gear and silently stepped outside the small guest cottage. It was crowded, but the air was cooler here, and they were glad for the warmth of the fire. Just as they were ready to move, a shadow appeared to their right.

“Here. You need food. Big boys get hungry.” They stood with their mouths wide open at Maryna. She handed them a sack filled with warm bread and a huge salami roll. The men all eyed the woman and then one another.

“How did you know to do this?” asked Gaspar. She shrugged her shoulders.

“I have a feeling. Mothers know these things. Go. Be safe.” She turned in her worn woolen housecoat and went back inside her own home. Shaking their heads in wonder, they followed the directions toward Trak and the others.

It didn’t surprise Rush to see the mansion in front of them. He knew that wherever Grigoryan called home would need to be a place of luxury. Huddled across the road in a dark field, Trak drew the layout of the home.

“We can take the guards silently,” he said, looking at Rush. “There are twenty-seven guards on the property. Use only your hands or a knife. We cannot have anyone alerted. Rush? Do you wish the kill?”

“I appreciate you asking, Trak, but I honestly don’t think it matters at this point. Whoever gets to him first can have him. Just make sure it’s a done deal. He cannot live through another attempt on his life.”

“He will not live.” The black eyes of Trak stared at the mansion, then looked back at the men. “Right now, he has his half-sister and a bodyguard in his bedroom, entertaining him. He will be distracted, and we will be able to clear the yard.”

“Paint them,” said Zeke, pointing to Noah and Rush. Nathan nodded, placing the black paint on their faces to dull the color of their skin in the moonlight.

“Seniors, it would sure be great if y’all got the kids out,” said Rush. “Leave Grigoryan to me and Trak.” They nodded, turning to face the mansion.

“Silent feet, big man,” smirked Sniff at Tailor. “The dogs know to be quiet. If there is an issue, I’ll send the attack call. Otherwise, just know that if they pull you back, it’s for a reason.”

With the perimeter alarm turned off, the men carefully made their way across the street. Picking off the guards one or two at a time was easy. Using a knife to the throat or heart, hand over their mouth, they were done. For Tailor, Alec, and Noah, it was a twist of the neck, then lying them face down.

At the back of the house, they did the same, moving from one man to another until all the heat signatures on the tablet were taken care of. All except those in the barn.

Using sign language, Baptiste indicated that there were six men standing against the walls, which would probably mean they were guards. The other bodies were prone on the floor. Making sure there was no alarm on the barn, Sniff entered first with Nathan, Joseph, and Kiel. Quietly, they moved through the room.

“Koi? e tam,” whispered one of the men. ‘Who is there?’

Before an answer could be given, he was face down on the floor, gone from this world.

Gently waking the more than one hundred boys, the men opened the back of the barn and took them out through the forest and back around to the field in front of the house.

“Who are you?” asked one of the boys. “I want to go home.”

“You’re going home, son,” said Rafe. “We’re just waiting for our friends. Then we’ll take all of you home.”

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