Page 28 of Used By the Merciless Bratva
“Boss,” he whispered when he turned to see me. “They attacked the men at the south gate and got in.”
Getting into position beside him, I asked, “Where’s Feliks?”
Luka didn’t get a chance to answer as the Bratva veteran showed up beside us, his brown eyes shining as he ran a hand through his long hair.
“I didn’t know you both were here. I had to follow the shots. I’m going out there,” Feliks informed, gesturing toward the rear of the property. “I’ll fire up front.”
“We’ll cover you, then come after. They don’t have anything beyond their ambush plan,” I said.
“Which is now ruined. Their numbers can’t help them,” Luka added.
“They’ll retreat in no time,” Feliks agreed.
Luka and I fired shots at the men who targeted Feliks as he advanced across the garden. We soon closed in on them, leaving the ones who weren’t dead scampering away for their lives.
“Luka, your 3 o’clock!” Feliks called.
A clean shot from my gun dropped the guy to the floor as I moved ahead of Danil and Luka. The intense firing died down, and my other men emerged from their various spots.
“Recognize anyone?” I asked Feliks as we waded through the sea of bloodied bodies.
“Definitely from one of the factions,” Luka said, and Feliks nodded.
We were heading toward the back door when Feliks bent over one of the invaders’ bodies. He pointed at the tattoo on the inside of his exposed wrist.
“Orsinov faction,” he divulged.
“They’re getting even more curious,” Luka commented.
It’s getting more serious.
Being a target or even getting attacked wasn’t new to me. Katria being added to the mix, however, made this attack different. It felt personal.
I cleared my throat loudly in an attempt to banish the unfamiliar unease that crawled up my spine at the thought of any of them getting to her.
Suddenly, the marriage couldn’t happen soon enough.
“Investigate this. Find out what exactly they know and how they got the information,” I told Luka, who nodded briskly in response.
“Security must be tripled. I don’t want any funny business tomorrow,” I said, turning toward Feliks.
“On it,” he replied.
I headed for the door, taking my suit off before entering the house. Aside from the few bullet grazes that tore the fabric, I was sure it was bloodstained.
Only when I was already unlocking the door to Katria’s room did I think of putting my guns away since there was no suit to conceal the holster against my hip.
She sprang up from the floor and rushed toward me. I stood still, not knowing what to expect.
She threw her arms around me.
“Who are they? Why were they here?” she rushed.
I blinked in utter surprise.
And then she stepped back.
My hands went into my pockets as she leaned against the table, facing me.
