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Chapter 22
Mila’s adrenaline pumped as she made her way into the house. The minute Denis’s voice came over the communicator, she was no longer a woman hanging with her lover in the woods, but a deadly soldier for the Tokhan Bratva. Her glock rested comfortably in her hand as she waited for Kole to finish climbing up the tree. Their spy had left the window open to allow them to sneak into the house.
Shouts and gunfire could be heard off in the distance. Kole made his way into the window and she held back a smile. She had plenty of practice climbing ropes in the gym to ensure she had the strength and ensured that her men did too. She trained her men with the precision of trained military.
It helped that Davor, her right-hand man, was ex-military, and was in charge of ensuring that their soldiers were in tip-top shape, no fat, lazy soldiers for the Tokhan Bratva. That was why they were the most notorious mafia in all of New York.
Mila led the way to the door of the bedroom, knowing that the office would be a few doors down. She could feel Kole’s presence behind her. Her glock aimed in one hand, she reached for the handle of the door and slowly opened it. She checked the hallway and didn’t see anyone. There was a balcony that ran along the upstairs that would give them a view of what was going on.
Kole motioned down the hall to a closed door. They had to make it to the other side. The shouting and gunfire grew louder. She turned toward the stairs just as a figure came barreling up. She didn’t hesitate in pulling the trigger. The guy screamed before tumbling down the stairs.
Comments came across the communicators as the others were fighting with Vlad’s men. She brushed past Kole as he took aim toward the stairs. The sounds of his gun firing filled the air as she continued down the hall, her eyes on the door that was the office. Her steps were confident, her gun poised as a figure stepped out the room near her.
He went for her. Grabbing her body, he slammed her into the wall. For a second, stars filled her vision from the force of the blow. His hands went for her throat and her instincts kicked in. She released a grunt as she brought her knee up to his balls. He stumbled back with a roar, giving her the opportunity to empty her clip into his chest. His body hit the railing and flipped over it, disappearing below.
She ejected her empty clip and reloaded her gun within seconds as she turned toward the door. She tried to get her breathing under control as she made it to the room the guy had come from. She glanced inside, not wanting any other surprises.
It was a small, empty bathroom.
She glanced back and found Kole stalking toward her. She turned back and finally made her way to the door.
“Are you okay?” he growled.
She nodded her head and reached the office door.
Her heart slammed against her chest wall as she turned the handle. A smile spread across her face. Kole’s spy deserved a raise. The office was a safe room and the door should have been locked. He programed it to only open from the outside. She turned the handle and pushed it open.
It was time to get her revenge.
“Don’t let anyone in,” she ordered softly, knowing that Kole would hear her.
She didn’t wait for an answer.
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“Vladen Jaksch,”she growled as she slammed the door shut behind her. Her eyes immediately scanned the room and found it to be empty, except for the person she was hunting.
“Kollektor,” Vlad murmured from his seat behind his desk. “I’ve been expecting you.”
His eyes narrowed on her as she stepped into the room. She gripped her glock tight in her hand and had to gain control of herself. Putting a bullet in between his eyes would not cancel the hit. Only the man in front of her could cancel the hunt for her.
“I wonder what you are here to collect,” he huffed. She held back a growl at his cockiness. “I don’t owe Pasha any money,” he chuckled.
“You know why I’m here,” she stated, ignoring his comments as she took another step toward him, pulling her mask off her head and tossing it aside. There was no use in hiding her identity now.
“Ah, the contract.” He reached over for a cigar off the corner of his desk. She watched as the cocky bastard cut the tip off and inserted it into his mouth. “Do you mind?”
She shook her head as she watched him light the damn thing. He took a few puffs with his eyes closed before he opened them again. She would let him enjoy his cigar, but she would get what she came for.
“Call it off,” she demanded, her voice hard and cold.
“So you don’t care about the war between my family and yours? You just want to save your own head?”
“You don’t know my family well. My brother is nothing like my father. My brother will tear through New York, exterminating the Slokavich Bratva like roaches.”
“Roaches, my dear, are a species that can survive through anything. They are truly a species that will survive long after humans.”
“They’ve never went up against Pasha Petrovna,” she growled, knowing that her brother would not stop until every single person associated with the Slokavich’s was six feet under. “He will not stop until every member of your organization is dead, then he will go after their family members and their family members. Do you think that your organization can withstand that? We are not my father’s generation. We will end an entire generation of Slokavich’s.”
