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We continued walking and then the tunnel curved to the left, then to the right. Leon stopped us once there was no one around, and we stared at the harsh light coming from the mouth of the tunnel about fifty feet from us. We listened. We waited.

We heard people. Talking. Shouting. Crying. Screaming. Laughing.

We head movement. We heard doors opening and shutting. We heard glass shattering. We head dogs barking. We heard so many things all at once and none of it made sense.

“Your guns loaded, girls?” Lee asking.

I looked over to Mina, holding her eyes as I whispered. “Yes.”

“Keep your hand on ‘em, stay ready. You understand?”

We both nodded.

“Let’s go.”

He didn’t grab our arms again, but he stayed behind us.

Then, we walked into the inner circle of hell.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Cain

Dontell remained beside me as we walked through the tunnel, keeping our eyes straight ahead, guns loaded.

Xander veered off into a separate tunnel a few minutes ago, leaving Dontell and I to ourselves.

The entrance we took was in an abandoned bar nestled in the middle of a dying neighborhood. There was no one guarding it, but we did see a few drug dealers and pimps on the way in, looking for new customers and fresh faces to sell. They backed off when they saw three men on a mission. It was something these people were used to. Business meetings were held at Devils Den. Deals were made, and sins were committed.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that multiple people on Casey Gomez’s Red List visited here. The amount of flesh trade that came out of this place was staggering, and Collin’s old boss used to control over half it through here. That was never any of my business though. The things I saw, I left it here. I didn’t think about it. I didn’t dwell on it. I just got my shit done and moved on.

It was the only option I had. Back then, I didn’t have the resources to save those people, but I did now.

Lee and the girls had run into trouble, but thankfully, Lee handled it.

I was losing my mind.

Dontell’s was already lost. He was fuming, reminding me of a ticking fucking time bomb, but there was nothing I could say or do to stop it. He was too far gone. Things would play out how they played out, and that would be that. He looked over to me as he came into the den of Devils Den.

Kavi would be in here, but whatever was left of his men would be, and that’s what I wanted.

Dontell put his hands into the pocket of his black slacks, planting his feet wide as we stared down into the makeshift city. People were talking, fighting, or fucking, everywhere and anywhere. There were no rules here. I jerked my chin to the far right corner. “Dog fights are run over there. I know a few of his men will be over there, placing bets,” I informed not only Dontell, but everyone else.

“Noted,” James said.

“Take out Kavi’s men, but not Kavi. We clear on that?” Collin ordered.

“Crystal,” Dontell muttered from beside me.

My eyes were scanning the area and below, I got a glimpse of Lee and the girls. “Stay in the den, guys,” I told them. “Don’t leave until we’ve dropped the Bratva.”

During the debrief and from the information we gathered from the hostages in Russia, Kavi should have about six men with him down here. That’s all he had left. In the outside world, he was completely alone.

“Spread out,” I told Dontell. “Drop anyone with the Bratva tattoo.”

“With pleasure,” he said, his voice filled with darkness.

Good. That’s exactly what we needed.

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