Sour Diesel // z.m

Chapter 17

Tihi 

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Zayn P.O.V

"Do you have a plan?" Liam asked behind me as we walked back into his office and I sat down on his chair as I searched up a map over the wear house. 

"I do," I told him and I turned around to look at him. "My guess is that they are hiding in the basement," I said and he looked at me confused.

 "Basement? The warehouse doesn't have any basement?" he asked confusingly and I turned around slightly and clicked on the mouse, letting him see a map of the basement coming on the computer.r 

"There is a basement," I confirmed with a nod. 

"W- h- when?" He asked even more confused and I stood up. "The basement has always been there, it just hasn't been used. But I guess Subljov knew it was one and took his chance. I haven't been down there for years," I said as I walked out of his office. 

"Where are we going?" He asked baffled, he was like a lost puppy behind me as we walked back to the elevator. "We are going to The Vault. I need some weapons. And a bomb." I breathed out as I pressed the elevator button and Liam placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face him. 

"A BOMB?" He shouted with wide eyes, looking at me like I have gone crazy. "A fucking bomb? Man are you serious? What was your plan? Blowing up the warehouse?" He asked and I simply nodded before I turned around and walked into the elevator. 

"Are you coming?" I asked as he just stood there and I pressed the TV button and he quickly stepped in before the door closed. "Why are you going to do that?" He asked carefully as the elevator moved upwards. 

"I am going to kill Subljov, end him once and for all." 

Mila P.O.V

"Wake up you bitch." 

I gasped and my eyes opened wide as I felt something connect hard with my cheek and looked into a stranger's face. The guy looked like to be in his 50s with black hair and stubble. 

"She is up," he confirmed and I squeezed my eyes, as a bright light was on my face. "Good," I heard another voice said and suddenly Subljov was in front of me. 

"Hello, granddaughter," he smiled wickedly and I just looked at him like he was crazy. "What are you talking about you crazy man?" I said and he chuckled, smirking. 

"Do you know who your mother is?" He asked and I just looked at him, not sure if I was dreaming or not. 

"Your mother, Marina Patreva, adopted you when you were only a few months old," he started and I shook my head. "No-no you are wrong! My real parents died, they were shot," I said and he chuckled. 

"Is that funny to you? You sick old fuck, you shot your own granddaughter," I spat at him and he just smirked. 

"Marina adopted you to an orphanage. Yes, those parents were killed because someone wanted you," he said and I looked at him, not sure if I should believe him or not. 

"Why?" I asked carefully 

"Because you have the blood of the Russian mafia running in your veins, that's very valuable and people, believe it or not, would pay a lot of money for that."

"Why would they pay for Russian mafia blood?" I asked baffled. 

"Sir, the operation is ready," I heard someone said behind me and my eyes widened. It wasn't until then I realized I was trapped. I was laying on some kind of operation board standing up so I could look at Subljov.