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… And I’ll have lost the girl I love.
I won’t let that happen, I can’t.
But Maksim is stuck in traffic, as is nearly everyone else who’s anywhere near the brownstone, and the cops have put up a tight perimeter around the location.
I can’t send an army to protect my girl. But I can sneak through the yellow tape and fight for her myself.
That is, if I can get there on time.
Hold on, Sophia, I’m coming.
Pushing my way past a crowd of onlookers, I turn the corner and spot the southern edge of Central Park.
Fuck, I’m close. But this is taking too long.
When news of the explosions came in, we were on the Colombia University campus, looking for the next fucking clue. What idiots we were. Immediately, I got in my car and took off. But traffic quickly halted, and I was not about to sit around trying to get a hold of the men who I had stationed out front of the brownstone.
They weren’t answering anyway.
As I turn down another alleyway, I spot the first bits of yellow tape. A row of police officers stand guard.
Fucking pigs. There’s no point in even talking to them. Sure, half of them are probably on my pay roll, but I can’t risk antagonizing the ones that aren’t, especially now.
I have a feeling the Greeks are going to finally start taking credit for these attacks now. That means all the heat is going to be on the underworld. On me and my family and our allies.
Fuck.
Taking a detour, I find a fire escape with a ladder that’s just low enough to grab on to. Pulling myself up onto the shaking metal steps, I race for the roof.
I know where I am, and I’m pretty sure I can get back to the brownstone over the rooftops.
The second I reach the top of the fire escape, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.
Ripping it out, I continue to run along the rooftop. My lungs are burning and my leg has started to ache. Slowly, my limp is returning.
Fucking hell.
“What?!” I answer, hopping between rooftops.
“We aren’t getting any answers from the men we left to look after Castor Manolas.” It’s Maksim. I can tell he’s started running now too.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think he’s in on this? Or do you think the Greeks have decided to take him to?”
“I don’t know,” Maksim pants. “All I know is that someone must have ratted out his location.”
My chest tightens with fury. “Who?”
“I don’t know. But we’ll find out, and we’ll make them pay.”
My fingers close in so tightly around my phone that I can feel it start to give out. “You’re damn fucking right,” I growl. “Where are you?”
“I’m just coming up to Greenwich village. I can hear the police sirens. Where are you?”
“I’m closer than that. It shouldn’t take me much longer to—”
Before I can finish my sentence, the gravel around my feet upends as a bullet ricochets off of the rooftop.
“Fuck!” I curse, jumping to the side just as I hear another bullet whizz past my ear.
