“He said screams.” He grins as he types in a code on the door, causing it to open. “You know I like those.”
“Fucker.”
“By the way, the beep of the door alerts all the other guards. They’ll be swarming us any second now. Ready?”
“Always.”
“Though, there should be backup coming up.”
“Who?”
He rolls his eyes. “Your beloved godfather.”
I don’t want him involved either, so I’ll just get out of here on my own.
We rush in different directions, but unlike what I expected, only two guards come by. We shoot both as we make our way up the stairs. “Where are they?”
“They should be around.” He studies our surroundings. “Unless Rolan has them.”
“Even better. Take me to him.”
“Bloody annoying.” He shakes his head, but leads me up the stairs to a lounge area.
I stop short at the scene in front of me.
Rai is here.
With Rolan.
Just like in the scene from my nightmare.
31
Rai
I did it.
I’m in the Irish’s club, which Rolan has a back office in.
It hasn’t been an individual effort. Thanks to Julian and his acquaintance with Kyle’s insider with the Irish, we were able to figure out the location.
While Sergei was completely against handing over territories, he said he’d turn a blind eye if I took his men and came here.
I had to beg Vlad to help, and it wasn’t easy since he doesn’t like Kyle. The growly mountain of a man only softened when I mentioned the baby and that I don’t want him to grow up fatherless.
Damien agreed to help because, in his words, “It should be fun.”
I asked Kirill for his intel help because he has the best spies. He was the hardest to crack, and only agreed when I gave him an oath in front of Sasha that no one except for the three of us will know of her true gender. Well, Kyle already knows somehow, but I’m not the one who told him.
Igor sent men, too, but Adrian has been MIA today. Even his closest guards couldn’t be reached. Something is wrong, and Vlad thinks it has to do with Adrian’s wife, Lia.
If—no, after I save Kyle, I’ll have to check on her and see if everything is fine.
Mikhail insisted on joining, even though no one invited him. It surprised the shit out of me when he showed up with his best guards. Instead of arguing, I left my disagreements with him aside. Those don’t matter right now.
Saving Kyle does.
Coming here with all these men with me didn’t calm my nerves. Not really, especially since Julian couldn’t get ahold of his guy for the last half hour.
Shooting our way inside the closed Irish club wasn’t too difficult. The guards were taken by surprise by our large numbers. Damien killed everyone in his path like a bull out to destroy the world.
Julian and Vlad accompany me as I take the stairs two at a time. I dressed for the occasion, putting on leggings and a T-shirt, then completing the outfit with running shoes.
A wave of adrenaline has been holding me prisoner ever since I decided I’d save Kyle even if it was the last thing I do. I feel like I can kill anyone in my path if I have to. I don’t care if I’m turning into a monster; they shouldn’t have messed with my light.
Because he is. Even with his darkness, he’s the light I’ve held on to ever since Dedushka’s death.
By the time we reach Rolan’s office, most of his guards are either dead or injured. There will probably be backup soon, but hopefully, we’ll be out of here before that happens.
When we barge inside, Rolan is holding a gun in his hand as if he’s been waiting for us all along. Vlad and Julian step in front of me, to protect me, I guess, but I don’t hide behind them.
I raise my own gun and approach Rolan so we’re standing toe to toe. When I speak, my voice is hard, non-negotiable, just like Dedushka’s when he issued orders. “Where is he?”
He smiles, his upper lip thinning with the movement. “Probably dying. He has my most ruthless lads with him.”
I try not to think much about that possibility—the one where Kyle’s dying—and repeat, “Where. Is. He? If you don’t tell me, I’ll blow your brains out.”
“That will cause a diplomatic problem, Russian princess. Didn’t your grandpa teach you not to shoot leaders no matter what?”
“My grandpa would’ve shot you in the face if he were alive. If you don’t tell me where he is right now, I’m going to kill you.”
“Then how will you find him? He’s not even here.”
Rolan must be bluffing. He couldn’t have moved him away from the club this fast. If anyone had left the building, Kirill and Sasha would’ve told me.
The sound of footsteps can be heard from behind me and my attention falters. It’s only a fraction of a second, but Rolan uses it and points the gun at my head. “Drop your weapon.”