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“You plan on killing me?” he smirked. “I’ve already left a special document with a friend, letting them know that if I die anytime soon, the Bratva will be behind it. They’re to ensure a certain Chief Constable gets all the information on you.”
“Oh, we have no intention of killing you. We’ve got friends who’ll be more than happy to do that and keep us out of it,” Miki said, his voice laced with menace. “You’re done.”
The MP laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. “You think this is over because you’ve got me cornered in some abandoned shithole? You’re a fool, Miki. You always have been. I’ve got judges, police, politicians. You think I haven’t been planning for this?”
I stepped closer, gun trained on his chest. His eye twitched, and his expression tightened.
Miki jerked his head up—a sign. I turned and shot Joey in the chest. He fell to the ground, dead.
“What the fuck?” one of the men standing nearby murmured in shock.
The MP’s bravado faltered, if only for a second, but it was enough. He looked around, searching for a way to regain control, but found none. His gaze flickered from Joey’s body to us. “You think you can scare me? You’re just dogs on a leash. And I cut the chain.”
Miki’s voice cut in, sharp as a blade. “This isn’t about scaring you. It’s about ending things and making sure you never cross the Bratva again.”
His men shifted uneasily, the tension thickening the air between us. I could see the calculation in the MP’s eyes, weighing his options. He wasn’t the type to go down quietly; he’d drag anyone he could into the abyss with him if he could. He wouldn’t get the chance.
“You’re done,” I repeated, my voice leaving no room for doubt. “All your schemes, your betrayals—it ends here. You’re going to jail, and once you do, you’ll die inside, just like your dad.”
That finally got to him. His mask of arrogance slipped. Fists clenched, he lunged—reckless, desperate. I fired a warning shot into the ground at his feet, halting his advance.
“Take him,” Miki said, and Ash and Romi rushed forward to grab him. He struggled, but was quickly subdued.
The rest of our guys disarmed his men, then gave them something to briefly knock them out before we moved on to the next stage of our plan.
We kept the MP awake so he could watch.
First, the fingerprints were wiped off the gun used to kill Joey, then it was positioned in the MP’s hand before pulling the trigger again. A few of his men were arranged back in their cars while the rest were laid beside the MP with their guns drawn. The scene was set to make it look like the MP had killed Joey.
Since the railway was too far away for anyone to hear the gunshots, we had one of our guys call the cops anonymously to report shots fired.
Not long after, the shrill wail of sirens filled the air, growing louder, twisting the MP’s expression into one of fury and panic.
“Now we have our guy positioned with a sniper rifle to blow your fucking brains out if you so much as twitch before the police get here,” Miki told him coldly.
“I’ll kill you. All of you,” he shouted as we prepared to leave. But he didn’t move.
The arrogant bastard probably thought he could bribe his way out of this mess, but that wouldn’t happen. How did we know? We had our own guys in the police, ensuring they’d be on hand to take the call.
Just in time, the MP’s men started to rouse from their drug-induced sleep.
With a nod from Miki, our men slipped away. Ash and Romi headed back to our car while Miki and I watched in silence, blending back into the shadows as the MP was forced to his knees, his hands wrenched behind him in cuffs. The police weren’t gentle; they dragged him up, shoving him toward the nearest patrol car. He thrashed, spewing curses, but his bravado was hollow now—a desperate outcry from a man who knew he was no longer in control.
Miki gave me a nod—the kind that conveyed everything words couldn’t. This wasn’t just a victory for the Bratva; it was a warning. No one crossed us and walked away unscathed. The MP was about to finally learn that.
As we left the railway building behind, the echoes of the night’s events faded into the distance. Outside, the city was waking up, oblivious to the events that had unfolded not far away. For the first time in months, I felt a strange sense of calm, as if a weight I hadn’t even realised I was carrying had been lifted.
I let out a slow breath, the tension easing from my shoulders. It was almost over. The months of strategising, the sleepless nights spent plotting every move and every counter—all of it led to this moment. The MP had played his game, and he’d lost. Now we just needed to ensure that was his final hand.
CHAPTER 33
CLAIRE
THE FOLLOWING MORNING – CASE DISMISSED
My heels clicked against the pavement as I stepped into the afternoon sunlight, my heart feeling light for the first time in what felt like forever. Luca was free. My Luca. The charges had been dropped, the case against him shattered by the truth, and now we could finally breathe. I had spent so long bracing for impact, waiting for the next blow, that the relief hit me like a tidal wave.
Hand in hand, we slid into the back seat of the sleek black car, with Vlad already at the wheel. He offered a quick nod through the rearview mirror, a silent acknowledgment of the weight lifted off us all today. I settled in, Luca’s arm slung around my shoulders, feeling safe and content.