𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

I clenched my teeth so hard it felt like they were going to fall out.

I just want an end to this shit. The same thing every fucking day.

Sebastian hands me a knife. "We have people to kill."

Cameron chuckles. "Don't we always." He plops a chocolate drop into his mouth. "Same old, same old."

Sebastian shakes his head. "No. Like, Fedorov has caught onto us and he's sent men this time. Eighty-seven men. We're going to need a lot of fucking help."

"Is Alexei in Russia?" Cam questions.

"Yes. He's waiting for his men to report back when we arrive back in America to sort this shit out." Sebastian announced.

"When will we be back?" I questioned spinning the knife between my fingers.

"Just before the ball."

"The annual one? With all mafia ties involved. They won't be able to try anything. No weapons are allowed." Cameron pointed out.

"Please. Like anyone listens to the rules. We'll all gather our weapons and attack when the time is right. But we need to get them to start first. We need to provoke Alexei Fedorov, get him to hit one of us, and he'll be banned for another month from this country. The mafia lines won't allow it." Sebastian explains.

"What then?"

"Then, we wait. A month would have given Antonio time to fake date Emilia some more. He to go back to his job. The rest of us will gather our men and just wait. We won't be able to wipe them out, they're too powerful but we can get Alexei. Without them, the mafia is powerless. His son will stand in as the new leader but won't get to us if he knows what's good for him."

I shake my head. "So we're Lilly eight-six men?"

"Eighty-seven." Christian corrects. "But with the help of the others of course.

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My grip tightens on my knife as I push it deep into his stomach making sure to hit something.

The blood didn't gush in a constant flow, but in time with the beating of one of his heart.

We hadn't killed all the men but we killed enough.

When we left the scene I asked Sebastian to leave some men for me to deal with.

I haven't had time for the gym so it is easier to torture others to let down my nerves.

I could feel the throbs of his head. It throbbed like a whole heart; he bit out a curse as I plunged the knife in deeper.

The violent roars like electricity streak out of him that could be heard through the walls of this building. He screamed back and forth a grimace and agony.

His lips were parched and his stomach made sounds that I didn't know were even possible.

. A tremor of panic vibrated in his core. He was blind, sightless, motionless, restrained. He was almost as good as dead.

He tried to wrench his arms free and felt narrow straps dig into his flesh. He cried out in pain as I continued to throw punches at his face and his chest.

Blood spilled out of his mouth.

I shot him in the chest and watched as his eyes widened at the sudden and fast pain.

Soon, his body collapses onto the metallic surface, his breathing slowly stopping.

I smirk at the sight, wiping blood off my face.

Cameron looks at me with disgust. "You need a fucking therapist." He crunches in his popcorn. "I would have just shot him."

"He gave me a headache."

"He just stared at you."

"Exactly."

Cameron laughs aloud. "God, I love my life."

𖤐𖤐𖤐

I couldn't look away from the clock as it ticked and it tocked.

Time seemed right to be going slower than I fucking wanted. I don't want to admit it but these past three weeks my mind hasn't gone off of Emilia at all.

I've messaged her a lot more than I should have.

I found myself wanting to know if she's okay and I fucking hate it.

I focused on the movement of the hand with every passing second, the sound was like therapy to my ears.

"When is the jet coming? I need my beauty sleep." Cameron announces.

Christian rolls his eyes. "I wonder why I chose you. I'm supposed to have fired you by now."

Cameron nods. "Yeah. Why haven't you?"

I'm about to open my mouth to say something but there's a loud vibration coming from my pocket.

Father.

I groan and answer the call with a huff.

"Father."

"When are you boys coming home?"

"We're waiting for the jet to arrive."

He grumbles over the phone. "You assholes. I left the mafia for you so I can rest and now I do anything but rest."

I roll my eyes. "Well, complain to Christian. Not me. He's the son you have ruling the mafia."

"Yes, but yelling at you is easier because you don't give a shit. Get your asses home. I love my grandkids but Emilio's crying is keeping me up at night."

"We'll be here by early afternoon tomorrow."

"Good." He ends the call and I look up at everyone.

Christian pulls his sunglasses on his face. "The jets here."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Where the fuck did you get sunglasses from?"

He ignores his question and walks out the door and I shake my head.

God help us all.