Page 124 of Sinful Wrath

According to Carlo, the hard ass pulled the bullet out himself before taking down four of Igor’s men.

It’s why I keep him around.

“I want nothing more than to do that. But I can’t risk Lucia’s life like that. It would start an all-out war.”

Anton shakes his head. “I think we’re past worrying about that. This fucker took out Massimo and is coming for your bride, Mikhail. Not to mention your half-brother too.”

I rub my hand over my jaw as I look at Maxim’s body.

Anton and I locked him away in one of the underground cells until we decide what to do with him, but I’m running out of time.

Igor likely already knows we took him, and I can’t risk him storming my family’s residence again.

I look at Feliks. “Take him to Igor’s warehouse. Make it look like he’s been there the whole time. As much as I want to take credit for ending this fucker’s life, I need to be sensible here. It will send enough of a message to Igor without directly linking his death to us. For all he knows, he just got caught in the crossfire and his body was lost behind crates.”

Feliks nods.

Antos steps forward. “I’ll go with him. You should get back to Lucia.”

“Keep me updated.”

As I slide behind the wheel, I quickly check my phone to see a few messages from Dimitri letting me know Lucia is safe and that they’re heading home as well as an update on Massimo from Lucia.

My body relaxes slightly, a smile tugging my lips as I read her name, and I want nothing more than to hold her in my arms. It’s all the motivation I need to get back to Forest Hills as quickly as possible.

But it seems I wasn’t quick enough.

I spot the shattered windows immediately, and my blood runs cold.

I slam my foot on the pedal, the gravel flying around my tires as I race down the drive toward the house.

My pulse quickens in my neck as I grab my gun out of the center console and click off the safety.

The smart thing to do would be to call my brothers for backup, but I don’t want to waste time that I might not have.

I sprint across the gravel and up the front steps, my gun aimed and ready.

But the moment I step over the threshold, I realize I’ve walked straight into a nightmare.

“Fuck.”

Bodies of the guards litter the foyer. The place has been ransacked, with end tables flipped over and glass from the windows shattered all over the floor.

I press my back to the wall, holding my breath as I try to listen for any sign of movement.

The house is eerily quiet, the only sound is the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears as I scan the foyer.

From the looks of things, there wasn’t much of a fight. This attack was carefully planned, and our guys didn’t stand a chance.

Keeping my gun ready, I step out of my hiding place and make myself known to any intruders who might have overstayed their welcome.

“LUCIA!” I race through the house, but the only response is the glass crunching beneath my feet.

“LUCIA!” Storming up the stairs, I run to our room and throw open the door.

Other than the unmade bed, the place is exactly as I left it this morning, with no sign of a struggle.

But that doesn’t mean she’s safe.