Page 22 of The Devil’s Escape (The Devil’s Soldiers #7)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
VLAD
They have no idea the tricks I have up my sleeves. Or the leverage.
I stare at the bodies littering my home. Some just shot clean through, like that of a sniper, while others look to have at least put some of a fight. We had business to see to or this place would have been more heavily guarded, and it’s a mistake that has cost me far more than a prisoner.
Our location is compromised. “How the fuck did this happen?” I seethe, turning to stare at Nikolai, who stands across the room next to the head of the guards. Nikolai has his gun to the back of the man’s head, and the man looks like he’s accepted his fate. Fucking coward.
“They showed up out of nowhere,” the man says lifelessly. “Took out the guards from the treeline across the road, and then the others came in all stealthy and shit. Killed half the men before we realized they were here. They cut the cameras too, so we couldn’t track their movements.”
“How the fuck did they manage to get here in the first place?” I hiss, stepping forward. “Who led them right to us?”
“T-they showed up not long after the nurse,” he stammers out, the first trickles of fear starting to show.
“How long after?” I press.
“Within ten minutes,” he finally answers. “But it might have been sooner. I was on the perimeter in the south corner and it took me five minutes to get up to the main house. They?—”
I don’t wait to let him finish. I step to the side and Nikolai fires.
The man drops like a stone, but I don’t need him anymore.
“I want everything you can find,” I hiss at Nikolai.
“Anyone that is still alive, kill them. They didn’t keep them from getting away, they don’t fucking deserve to live.
Lock this place down and get ready to move.
Then I want you to get a hold of the fucker who didn’t let us know this was happening. ”
I turn and walk to my office. I’m seething with anger, and the minute the door shuts, I tear the room apart.
It’s the only outlet I have right now other than going to that fucking clubhouse and burning it to the fucking ground, but I have to be smart.
They have something I need, and until I have it, I need to be careful. I need to be smart.
Then, when it’s done, this will be nothing but a memory and we will have control of this entire state and beyond. Dmitri couldn’t accomplish this, but I can. And I will.
Finally, Nikolai dares to show his face back in my office. His expression doesn’t even flicker when he sees the damage that I’ve done. He simply states, “They followed the nurse. She sent the brats to them and they followed her here.”
“How the fuck did she know to go to them?” I demand.
“That fucker we had told her. They were talking on the cameras, but we had no audio. Even pulled the kids in to make her confess, but their stories were the same. She’s been helping him.”
“Our men were supposed to be watching her and those brats.”
“They were, but they were slacking, or she managed to get them into her place without us seeing them. They’re not at the apartment she lives at, and no sign of the brats, but called our inside guy. They said two teenagers showed up earlier today, but they weren’t around when they got there.”
“Tell them to kill the brats and the woman the moment they get the chance,” I hiss. “And put out the call to get rid of the other cunts they sent away. Let’s send them a message. They messed up, and there is nowhere they can run that we won’t find them.”
I warned them. I told them I would wipe them out, and I meant it. They’ll never get to their women in time. They thought it was safer to send them away, but they would be wrong.
They might think they’re winning this battle, but they have no idea the tricks I have up my sleeves. Or the leverage.
I pull out my phone and make the call. “Vlad,” the tired voice says on the other end. “I already told you, we’re square.”
“We were square until your MC found me and dared to kill my men,” I reply icily. “And with one phone call to them, you’ll be dead. Or do they not know that you’ve been under their nose the entire time and you’re helping me?”
“What do you want?”
That’s more like it.