Page 108 of Owned Bratva Bride

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“Got it, Boss.”

“No mistake,” I reminded the two men in the backseat.

“Yes, Boss,” they chorused.

“Remember, speed is crucial. They must not have the chance to take a pin out of the warehouse. The other two kegs should go into the warehouse through the window. And they must not sense you first.”

“Yes, Boss,” they repeated.

I didn’t doubt their ability to get around the warehouse without drawing the attention of any of the guards, but even the tiniest of risks was too big where Marielle’s safety was involved.

When Ivan eventually pulled over, I glanced at my wristwatch as they brought out the kegs of petrol from the trunk.

“Two minutes,” I told them, earning nods.

Then they were gone.

My fingers toyed with the lighter as I waited for them to come back.

30 seconds.

60 seconds.

90 seconds.

I saw Harry first.

Then Ivan and Leonid jogged behind him, toward the car.

I left the side of the car, flicked the lighter, and threw it.

The warehouse went up in flames.

Just a warning, Navarro.

***

The car couldn’t get there fast enough.

It was 11:00 p.m. on the same day.

Lucien had done exactly what I expected; he didn’t reach out or make any surrender move. He was waiting, daring me. He definitely didn’t think I would find the location of the warehouse where they kept Marielle. He believed he still had some leverage. And my plan was to ensure that his pride was virtually the only thing of value he had left when I was finished.

After I had my wife safe in my arms.

My phone rang.

“Talk to me,” I told Harry.

“Everyone is in position around the building, Boss.”

“You’ll hear your cue in five minutes,” I disclosed. “Spare no one.”

“Yes, Boss.”

As the car pulled over, Leonid turned to me, and I gave him a nod.

He got out of the car and fired a resounding shot into the air.

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