There’s no one in my cell.
Then I hear it.
Commotion upstairs.
A loudboomrattles the floor.
Russian shouts. Chaos ensues. And then, gunshots.
Beautiful, blessed gunshots.
For the first time in forever, I feel something close to joy.
My eyes try to form tears, but I’m too dehydrated. My body has nothing left to give. Even the headache that comes doesn’t register.
I try to sit up again, but I can’t. My body won’t cooperate.
That’s okay. He’s strong enough for both of you.
I know it’s him.
I know he’s here.
I can feel him.
Like my heart knows its other half is near.
He’s here.
He kept his promise.
I feel myself slipping, darkness tugging me under.
But I’m not afraid.
Because this time, as I fall asleep, I know he’ll be here when I wake up.
Chapter 81
Matthias
BOOM!
The front gate explodes, blasting open a path to Viktor Sokolov’s estate. Bombs are one of Bash’s specialties. I don’t know where he learned it. I don’t ask questions I don’t want the answers to. All I know is, I’ve never been more grateful for one of his odd hobbies.
BOOM!
A second blast tears through the front door. Dom leads the charge, abandoning all stealth now that our cover’s blown. Fifty Syndicate men flood through the front while another fifty, led by Roman, enter from the back, as Bash’s third bomb clears that entrance.
Bash and I bring up the rear, guns raised, moving fast down the hallway.
A Russian rounds the corner. Without any hesitation, I fire a headshot.
Down he goes.
Dom wants to minimize casualties. Says we need to preserve our relationship with the Bratva as much as possible. That we need to avoid a war.
That’s fine.
