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I threw on one of my bulletproof vests just in case this could be a trap and ignored him as I flicked off the safety of my gun.
“Did you search the other warehouses?”
“Yes, sir. There was nothing. We believe they’ve been using this place as a hideout for several weeks.”
“Weeks?” I scoffed, “They’ve been planning this for weeks? And you’re positive that Lorenzo boy wasn’t in on this, that he didn’t set her up just for this?”
“We don’t know.” Gabriele shook his head in frustration. “I don’t understand how they would’ve gotten past our inte,l but it’s likely they had–”
“A mole.” I grit my teeth. “Fucking hell.”
This has gone so much deeper than I thought. I slammed my car door shut, holstering my gun as I stormed my way to the open bay doors.
“I’m afraid I have more bad news, sir,” Gabriele said as he trailed behind me.
“What could possibly be worse?” I spat out, not knowing I would soon regret my own words.
Three of my men were lingering outside, but as I approached, I spotted two Russians sitting on the floor.
They were tied up in rope and clearly unconscious, though it seemed they had taken quite a beating already. One of the men had a black eye and what looked like a dislocated shoulder given how it stuck out at an odd angle.
The other had deep bruises along his neck and had dried blood all down his face. His nose was broken, by the looks of it, and probably more.
I gazed into the warehouse, searching for any sign of my baby cousin, but there was nothing. Where was Dahlia?
“Where’s my cousin?” I turned to Gabriele with a furious look. I stormed over to him, grabbing his collar in one hand as I practically lifted him off his feet.
Gabriele, for his part, was unfazed, but I could see a small sliver of guilt in his eyes. “She was gone by the time I got here. I apprehended these two, but they knew I was alone. Once I pulled in, they already had her in a boat and were halfway to the other side of the river.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I threw Gabriele away from me, clenching my fists as I held my gun.
Gabriele adjusted his shirt, taking a few steps away from me.
It wasn’t often I lost my temper. There was really only one thing that could do it.
My family.
And these bastards knew it.
In my fury, I wasn’t willing to go back empty-handed, to see the disappointed look on Olivia’s face as she realized I’d failed to get her best friend back, failed my baby cousin, and failed to keep my family safe.
My cold eyes landed on the two Russian bastards still unconscious and tied up.
“Did you get any information from them?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
“As much as we could, sir. They were following orders of someone higher up,” Gabriele said, passively, “They don’t have much in their brains. Dahlia was unconscious the entire time, even after transferring to the boat. Their comrades were supposed to meet somewhere over the river, but they wouldn’t tell us where.”
“Good,” I cocked my gun and squatted next to the man with the broken nose. “Get me some water.”
I held out my hand and it took only a minute for a bottle of water to be pushed into it. I unscrewed it and dumped the contents on top of the man.
His eyes flashed open as he sat up with a gasp, shivering. It was quite cold tonight, so I hoped he was suffering. His eyes landed on me and they filled with panic.
“I’m going to give you two chances, amico,” I said cooly and calmly as I held up my gun. “Tell me where your comrades took my cousin or I’ll blow your fucking brains out right here.”
“Otpravlyaysya vie ad,” the man spat out in fast Russian, his voice nasally from his broken nose.
I looked at Gabriele, who smirked.
“He said go to hell,” Gabriele responded easily. “Not very nice to say to your amico, is it?”
I shrugged, turning to the Russian man with a dangerous look.
“One chance left, stronzo,” I placed the muzzle straight between his eyes.
He attempted to follow it, eyes wide with fear even as he struggled to stop from going cross-eyed.
“Milost,” the man pleaded.
“That’s up to you, amico.” I shrugged. “Tell me where my cousin is, and we can both walk away. Or I’ll pull the fucking trigger.”
The man stared at me for a long time, his eyes flickering everywhere, from behind me to Gabriele to his partner still unconscious beside him.
Finally, the man’s eyes hardened, and he met mine with a firm look of loyalty.
“Da zdravstvuyut Zaytsev,” the man responded with the calm indifference of a person who was willing to die for his cause.
“A loyal man.” My eyes narrowed upon him and I nodded, removing the gun as I sighed.
The man’s eyes actually filled with relief as he shrank against the door, but then I smirked.
“So be it.”
I pulled the trigger.
The shot rang out in the empty air of the abandoned street, the sound of it piercing the metal door even more haunting.
Red splattered across my cheek, but I didn’t care in the slightest as I got to my feet, still holding the gun in my hand.
Gabriele passed me a handkerchief, and I grabbed it, wiping the blood off my gun coldly.
“Burn it, get rid of the body, and take the other one. I don’t care what you have to do. Make sure he gives us that location. Do you understand me?” I glared at Gabriele. “Do not fail me again.”
“Yes, sir,” Gabriele bowed his head, and I passed by him, wiping my cheek.
I knew it would only smear it, but I couldn’t care less. I slammed my trunk down, throwing the bulletproof vest into my backseat as I climbed into the car.
I sat there for a full minute, my gun in my hand as I gritted my teeth so hard I felt they would crack. Finally, I threw my head back, putting on the safety of my gun as I dropped it into the passenger seat.
I watched for a minute as my men worked and the warehouse burst into flames, along with the man I had just killed. The fire danced in my eyes as it quickly consumed the entire building.
Leave no trail behind; that’s what James had taught me.
But now, I didn’t have a choice.
