Stolen by the Mob Boss : A Russian Mafia Romance (Bratva Hitman) by Nicole Fox (classic fiction TXT) 📗

I lift up the door and then quickly close it behind me after I’m inside. There’s a small light in the unit, and I use that to start stocking up. I know that I won’t have time for reloading, so I have to bring more guns than I normally might.

This is going to be a suicide mission, I can already tell that much. It doesn’t matter, so long as Lucy comes out okay.

I lift up my shirt and slide a pistol into the holster I have underneath the shirt. The bigger guns and knives will have to go inside the car. I grab a blanket from the top of a few boxes and wrap two assault rifles inside.

Quickly, I hurry to my car and set the guns down in the back. I look over my shoulder, careful of anyone watching. The coast is clear so far.

When I return to the storage unit, I move on to explosives. I don’t have many, but there are a few grenades. Some of them are meant for stunning people, and I make sure to pack plenty of those. I sling the backpack over my shoulder, and before I leave, I grab my shotgun. I don’t know if I’ll need it or how I’ll carry it with everything else, but just in case.

Konstantin is going to have the place crawling with goons. People that have nothing to live for and figure it’s worth the risk to kill me. They’re all probably slaves to the money the same way I was. Those people, ones with nothing to lose, are the ones I have to worry about the most.

When I get back to the car, I put everything in the back seat and start to pull away. Just then, a security guard walks around the corner and approaches my car.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I roll my window down when he’s close enough.

“How ya doing tonight, sir?” he asks me. I see him glance into my back seat and tilt my body, trying to block his view.

“Not too bad, and yourself?”

“Can’t complain. It’s gonna be a long night.”

“I bet,” I say. I force a fake laugh, but he doesn’t return it. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Just doing my rounds. Haven’t had too many people out here this late. We’re actually closed for the night.”

“Oh really?” I look at the watch on his hand. It’s half past six. “What time do you normally close?”

“Six on weekdays,” he says.

“Ah. I had no idea. I’m so sorry about bothering you. The gate out back was opened so I just assumed.”

“Yup, saw you on the cameras and figured I’d come out here and talk to you.” He looks around, then down back at me. “What do you have back there?”

“Hm?”

“In your back seat, sir. You seem awfully nervous.”

I look back at the blanket and say, “Just some old antiques for a friend’s grandmother. She said she collects them, and I figure it’d get me some bonus points if I do something nice for her grandma. I hear women like when you’re nice. Makes it easier to get in their pants.”

The security guard gives a real chuckle, and I try not to roll my eyes. Of course his dumb ass would find that terrible joke funny. Idiot.

“Ain’t that the truth? Listen, let me get out of your hair then. Don’t wanna hold you up from getting some ass.”

“You’re a good man,” I say, nodding at him.

When he starts to walk away, I slide my hand off the holster of my gun. He doesn’t realize how close he was to being shot right. I don’t have time for this shit. Luckily for him, he made the right decision to mind his own fucking business.

I wait until he walks back to the main office before I start my car again. I head to the back exit and turn left onto the street.

As I drive, I take a moment to collect myself and get my head in the game. This is going to be like the diner again. It’s been a minute since I’ve done anything this messy, and messy it’s going to be. I predict a lot of bodies. A lot of people dying for this son of a bitch. I almost feel sorry for them, but every time I do, I imagine Lucy.

She must be terrified. After all these years, Konstantin has her. He could kill her just as easily as he killed her family. I have to stop him for good. There’s no way I’m going to let him touch a hair on her head.

Over my dead fucking body.

A sense of calm starts to settle over me. The closer I get to the address in the text, the more resolved I become. This is finally happening. Maybe it’s not what I planned, but the plan is still in motion. It’s simple. Kill Abram Konstantin. Rescue Lucy. Get out with as few scratches as possible.

I grip the steering wheel harder and feel my heart rate start to slow. Every second I drive, I get closer to Konstantin’s warehouse. Closer to putting an end to this once and for all. There’s no more time left.

It all ends tonight.

Chapter Seventeen

Lucy

The ride is bumpy, and I lay back, staring at the roof of the car, waiting for the inevitable. It feels like we’re starting to get closer to wherever it is this man is taking me. I thought maybe, by some kind of miracle, Roman would manage to intercept us, but he hasn’t come. I don’t know if he ever will.

That thought is a twisting knife in my heart. It’s stupid, but I really did have feelings for him. I thought that after all of this was done, something might actually happen between us. I should be concerned with myself and with the fact that the man I’ve dedicated my entire life to has finally beaten me,