Dual Eclipse
4th installment in the Mikhailov Bratva series.
Start Date: February 18th 2024.
End Date: October 28th 2024.
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Victoria
I had nothing to do with these people-those with lifeless eyes, those that held their...
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My jaw clenched, knowing I’d lied to Destina again. Time was not on my hands, so the consequences were dire and needed an urgent resolution. “How long are you gone for?” Sergey leaned on the bookshelf with one hand in his pocket, his ankles crossed, and a whiskey glass in the other hand. “Do you hear that?”
“I fucking do, and I’m not proud of it.” It felt like a noose wrapped tighter around my neck every time her screams sounded. “It’s like a domino effect. Revelations keep fucking arising, and this shit is getting out of hand.”
Sergey hums. “You can start with Mexico.”
I gave him a nasty glare, and he brought his glass to his lips and down the entire thing. Sergey moves to the papers on the desk and continues, “No shit. Twenty-eight men died, a Don fell, and the culprit on the loose—a woman. Clara Martinez.” He turns the paper right side up by the index finger, and an image of Marco’s woman glares at me.
“Is that a mugshot?” Did Marco know his woman was behind bars? Of course, he knew.
“Oh, it is. That woman didn’t come to play. That’s beside the point. The rumour is Javier was Clara’s father, and she has a motive behind those bars.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Of course, you already know that since you wine and dine with the pakhan.” He flips another paper toward me. “The Colombian papers. Twenty-eight men are dead and found heartless and without a hand.” He jabs a finger to the darkened photo to the top. “Isn’t it crazy? Ransom for any man who can enhance the photo.”
“Khristos!”
“The feds didn’t place that in the news. The politicians didn’t, nor did the families. You have an entire cartel out for your neck. All for what or who? A woman. You killed twenty-eight influential men, especially Marino’s right hand—his brother! I’m sure Domi delivered the news like I told him, but not hard enough.
“You will keep her out of this,” I warned him. I wonder what Victoria was doing. I hated to leave her, and it pained me to leave Destina. I didn’t know where the need for caring for two women collided or ended in my life. I know I couldn’t leave either behind.
“It’s an obsession. That girl could get you in trouble. She is hunting men like you and throwing them behind bars,” He pointed to Clara’s photo, “And trust me, you’re next.”
“I did that for her.”
“Women don’t work that way. She never asked you to kill men for her. She’s for the law, and you’re against it. Victoria would have taken care of this herself. You let anger and futile revenge lead you.” Or perhaps the situation woke the beast inside me. Sergey didn’t know about it, and he’d never know. “What will you do?”
“Wait for Marino to hit.”
“He already hit! You take out the target when you become the fucking target, Sasha. Marino has links to the NCB in Cuba. They could pull up a face and name for you. You’ve had my protection, Adrik’s, people who know you are dead. That won’t last for long.”
