SECURED

SHATTERED.

•RAY•

"Is no one going to tell me there's a drug shipment happening in my territory?" I asked my men calmly. "And it's none other than that bastard Shipment."

"They wouldn't let us know about that," one of them muttered.

I turned my gaze on him, keeping my composure.

"Of course they wouldn't, George," Roman, my brother, replied, his voice steady but edged with anger.

He was trying to remain calm, but I knew better-he wasn't. Unlike other mafia commanders, Roman doesn't shout or lose control.

Roman is usually a composed man; no one can easily rattle him.

One thing I taught my brothers is to respect others and think before doing anything foolish.

Roman is also my second-in-command. He handles everything in my absence with the same capability as I would.

"We have one of our men captured by them, but it's been a month since we lost contact," one of my men reported.

"I hope he's alright. We should do something to save him," Ivian, my younger twin brother, said, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Ivian is a medical student, soon to be a doctor. He's incredibly kind-hearted and can't stand to see people in pain. He loves healing the innocent. But at the same time, he can be ruthless when it comes to those who threaten our family.

"We will definitely save him, брат," Kirill, my elder twin brother, said, putting a comforting arm around Ivan.

"I'll try to hack their system," Kirill offered, his voice determined.He is the eldest twin.

I nodded at him with pride, knowing he'd get it done. Kirill is one of the best hackers in the Russian Mafia, though he can be a bit temperamental.

He's known to be grumpy, and it's best not to mess with him when he's in that mood. He stays away from women, always saying they drive him crazy.

"Can I get the file on our man?" I asked.

One of my men handed it to me. I glanced at the name.

"Nikolai Fitay, our brave man, has been stuck there for a month. He's been risking his life and enduring God knows what.

We don't know what condition he's in, but we will save him." They all nodded in agreement.

"His parents and relatives must be worried sick. Tell them their son will be with them within two days," I ordered. One of my men nodded and left to carry out my instructions.

"Kirill, did you find anything?" I asked.

"Yes. Their security is weak," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"It seems a local gang has been helping them-they're working out of a shoe company. According to our intel, Nikolai is being held behind the company."

"We can get him out soon," Roman informed us. All of my brothers wore warm smiles, but they didn't reach their eyes.

We all hid our pain behind those smiles, as if someone had stolen our sense of safety.