Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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"How many are there?" I ask Marco as we wait inside the vehicle in the dark. It wasn't two hours since I landed, and I was already back in the field, ready to take Igor down.
Oh, I tucked my wife in bed and kissed her, alright, because now, I knew she didn't have to be locked up when I finished with that son of a bitch.
"Four. Two in the front and two in the back. I'm getting a signal on the radar. There's a TV in the basement, which I assume the fucker is in that room right now. It's still early, and I doubt he will be in bed." I nod, looking out the window as if I could see the beat-up building with galvanise blocking the open holes where windows used to be.
The fucker chose an abandoned supermarket to hide in. It looked like years of weed had grown over the mouldy walls. The graffiti from street gangs made it look all the more shitty. Igor wanted to hide that bad.
I couldn't believe it when Marco showed me images of him exchanging money for groceries from the street cameras. It felt like an eternity since I'd searched for him, although it's only been one week. That's how fucked up one slip-up could do to you. Igor didn't even know he was a dead man.
"We're moving in silently," I say inside my earpiece. "Marco and I will enter from the back." The basement was closer to the back exit, and I'd preferably have Igor slip through my fingers than another man's because I'd kill him for not doing his job. I wasn't in the mood for another man's blood but Igor's. Marco and I were better shots. "Ruslan and Ivan go in from the front. You stay in the vehicle, Charles, in case we leave immediately."
I'd leave Ruslan in the car because he used to be a Formula 1 driver, but I knew he wanted some action and refused to ask for it. He was also more muscular than Charles. That's why Charles only guards the nightclub and stays on standby whenever I need extra help.
"Leave your ear devices and phones in the vehicles, too. I don't want Igor detecting any signals." Marco added.
"We move in one minute. Get shot, and I'll finish you off." I growl, turning the device off and chucking it in the back.
"Seriously?"
"It applies to you too, Marco." I checked my magazines in both guns and glared at him. "Don't 'seriously' me."
"You'd think a weekend in Italy would do you good." He grunts, tossing his phone. I don't even fucking respond as I get off the car because what the fuck was that supposed to mean?
The air was warm, and I could taste the success on my lips. My gun is before me as we move lethally and quietly in the dark.
The walk to the building was a good two minutes, and I couldn't see Marco, but I could feel him behind me. I gave up trying to get him beside me on missions because he said it was his duty to protect me. I'd do the same for him, but I don't have the patience to argue about who takes the back or front. I'll physically have his when he needs me.
