Page 116 of Sinful Wrath

“I thought there was only meant to be a dozen?” I yell at Anton as I fire at another man, landing a shot rightto his chest.

“Do you see Igor?” he yells back, ducking just in time to dodge a shot to the head.

I glance around, but all the bodies seem to merge into one, and not one of them resembles Ivanov.

He fucking played us.

“He’s not here, so all bets are off!”

My cousin gives me a feral grin as he takes out a second gun and opens fire on Igor’s men.

It doesn’t take long for bodies to start littering the floor like trash as I storm inside the warehouse and land blow after fatal blow.

I spot Carlo and Reid, both locked in hand-to-hand combat with Igor’s men, their weapons long forgotten.

Crates and boxes are piled high across the warehouse floor, making it easy for me to keep hidden as I scan the dimly lit warehouse. I spot a few of my men lying bleeding on the concrete floor, minutes away from death.

This never should have happened. I should have predicted that Igor would pull a stunt like this, and my mistake has cost my men their lives.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Feliks growls, snapping me back to the present.

My head turns his way, and I do a double take at the guy that Feliks has in a headlock.

“Don’t fucking shoot!” I sprint toward Feliks who has the barrel of his gun pressed into the guy’s temple.

Feliks looks at me as if I’ve lost my damned mind, but I hold up a hand to halt him.

“He’s Igor’s son.” I look down into the gray eyes of Maxim Ivanov. “And he’s coming with me.”

“What a fucking shit show.”Anton shakes his head as we take in Maxim’s unconscious body tied to a chair in the middle of my family’s warehouse in China Town.

There’re still bloodstains on the concrete from where Dimitri and I tortured Giovanni Saconne because he was going after Dimitri’s wife.

I never thought I would be standing here in that very same position.

I tuck my gun into the back of my pants and shrug out of my jacket. “Igor must have known we would show up.”

Anton shakes his head. “Alexei’s going to be pissed.”

“What my brother thinks is not my fucking priority right now.” I roll my shirt sleeves up to my elbows.

Despite a bullet to the shoulder, Feliks insisted on staying behind to tidy up the mess, including the multiple men that we lost, while Anton and I brought Maxim to a safer location.

Anton is right. My brother is going to pissed as hell, but I’m hoping that whatever information I can get out of Maxim will make up for my colossal fuck up.

Maxim starts to stir, his head hanging forward as he groans in pain.

The side of his head is caked in blood from where I slammed the barrel of my gun against it to knock him out, but that will be the least of his worries if he decides not to cooperate.

“So, Daddy thought he’d send you to do his dirty work?” I grip Maxim’s dark hair, lifting his head up.

His lips are pulled back over his teeth as he glares at me.

“You walked right into that one, Koslov.” He laughs.

“Perhaps.” I shrug. “But I guess it turned out in my favor, considering you’re the one tied to a fucking chair.”

I land a swift kick to his shin, and a smile tugs at my lips as he winces.