Page 92 of Married to the Don (Kornilov Bratva Duet 1)

“What are you talking about?” I ask. “I was just there three hours ago.”

“Yeah, well the Mazzeos were here ten minutes ago,” he says. “They shot our guys and freed Fedor. I guess they liked the deal he was offering after all. Fuck!”

“Fedor was unconscious.”

Molly can’t hear Petr, but she can hear enough of my side of the conversation to know that something bad is going on. She stands up and moves behind me. “What is it?”

I stare into her brown eyes as Petr explains.

“I don’t know if he was faking it or if it was impeccable timing, but he woke up. The Mazzeos helped him out of bed, and they fucking bounced.”

I hear his phone buzz through the line at the same time mine does. I pull it away from my ear to read the message.

“Shit,” Petr says sharply. “Shit. Fuck.”

The message is from the manager of one of the hotels: On fire. Bombing. Called 911.

My phone buzzes again and again and each message seems to bring nothing but more bad news. All in all, four of the motels around the city have been attacked.

“What the fuck is going on?” Petr screams.

Molly repeats his question next to me, tugging on my arm to find out what is going on.

I sigh and respond to them both at the same time. “It’s war.”

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