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Trying to move in on a city already occupied by syndicates and gangs, they should be on high alert.

I take the master bedroom to the left and Christakos the one on the right. My enforcer takes the room closest to the stairs.

I shoot out the door handle and shove the door open, staying low. A bullet hits the door, making more noise when it cracks the thick wood than the gun did when the woman took her shot.

Jackpot. Martina is shooting at me from one side of the bed. Her lover is fumbling with a gun on the other side. Neither are wearing night vision goggles so I have the advantage.

It gives me the extra time I need to take aim and shoot the gun from Martina's hand. She screams with pain filled rage and runs toward the window. I shoot the floor in front of her to stop her fleeing while grabbing the tranq gun with my other hand.

I shoot and she grunts. I hit her. She'll be out cold in seconds. Turning my attention back to the doctor, I see it's just in time. He's got his gun up and it's pointing at me.

He gets a shot off and I feel the impact in my chest, but I don't go down. We train to keep going when our vests get hit. I shoot him with a tranq.

He gets another shot off before he goes down, but I'm already tucking and rolling.

A few seconds later, first one heavy thump and then another tells me they're both out. "Target one and two down," I say over the comms.

"Fuck. Man down," comes through. It's one of my men.

"Get him out," I bark.

"We've got this. Get your guy to medical," Christakos says over the comms, confirming the man down was not one of his.

I don't hesitate. "DBM pull out." Even over our secure comms we are circumspect. DBM is Doyle & Byrne mob.

The plan was always for Christakos and his team to do cleanup while me and my guys get the targets to the interrogation chamber.

Once the house is cleared and the bodies are brought inside, Christakos will set the place to blow with incendiary devices. What doesn't explode will burn to cinders before the fire department can arrive.

The fact that the dispatcher at the closest fire house has been paid to ignore the distress call will help.

It's only when we reach the SUV with the prisoners that I see the man who was shot is Connor. He's holding one arm with the other, but he's standing.

"Get in the SUV," I order him, before dropping the deadweight of the doctor into cargo hold of the truck.

My enforcer drops Martina on top of him. Their wrists and ankles are bound with zip ties I put on them as soon as they were out.

I pull the cover over the cargo hold and shut the storage area. Getting into the backseat with my cousin, I tell the enforcer behind the wheel to drive. Scáth is already on his way to give backup to one of our teams on the street.

Chapter 38

CIAN

We head to Lucky Charm. I want the prisoners in the basement holding cells and I want Connor seen to immediately. The doctor and his team are already set up there to receive casualties.

"Where are you hit?" I ask Connor.

He drops his arm and I see the blood covered entry point. Below his shoulder. Fuck. Did the bullet hit his lung? But there's no rattle as he breathes; his chest is rising and falling steadily if rapidly.

Sweat coats his brow and I know he's in pain, but he doesn't say a word. Good man. He's proven he's tough enough to be a mob enforcer.

I leave Connor with the Butcher and make sure Martina and Bernardino are secure in their holding cells before checking in with the other teams.

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We lose seven mob brothers taking out the Kicks Bandidos, two from my mob and three from the Murphy clan and two from the smaller clans that joined us. The Greeks lose five men too.

Twelve men is twelve fucking too many, but between us, we take out seventy-three gang bangers. Some are kept alive with the chance at recruitment, but twenty-six are dead and in the process of being incinerated.

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