Dirty Obsessions - The Lion and The Mouse

I had no more time to think of that because on the screen, things happened super-fast, all blood and screams and blur and panic. Minutes later and only Leonid’s people covered the floor.

That being said, the Xecutioners looked exhausted. Someone had shot the Blue-Haired one in his arm. He held it close to him. Blood soaked the Blonde’s hair, but it didn’t look like any was his. Hiro’s jacket was ripped. He stumbled to the closet and opened the door.

Valentina rushed out. Natalya was awake and crying against her mother’s shoulder. Frowning, Valentina grabbed a gun from a guard on the floor with her free hand, checked for bullets, and then followed the Xecutioners out of the bedroom. The rest of Misha’s men surrounded her. One attempted to grab Natalya from her. She responded by putting a gun to his temple. He backed away.

I sighed. “Let the driver know.”

Yefim jumped on his phone.

I put the iPad down and picked up my phone. “Not too bad.”

Circuit cleared his throat. “I’m about to notify Misha. Stay safe.”

“I will. As I said, I have the easy part.”

“Again,” Circuit chuckled. “You really haven’t been around Valentina much. She’s going to be pissed. Make sure Yefim is next to you.”

My limo started and headed to the building.

I frowned. “You just keep Misha safe. Please.”

“I always do my best.”Chapter 30

Misha

The vans and my limo sped to the restaurant Mari Vanna. We were a high-speed convoy, ready to kill anyone in our way.

For the ride, I spent no time on regret or thinking about prior mistakes. Today was the moment of redemption and solving all problems. Tonight, I would be in bed knowing that all was clear—the Mouse would be back with the Lion, my child and her mother would be safe, and Ava would be in my arms.

I looked down. On the iPad, I watched the Xecutioners enter the apartment. They fought with ease. Confidence filled my chest. Ava and Circuit had come up with an impeccable plan. I still wasn’t sure if I would tell them. I had a fear that they would try this again.

I called one of my special killers in St Petersburg.

Gavrie answered on the first ring. “Misha?”

“Get a team together. I want a family killed.”

“Women and children too?”

“Just the men.”

“Boys?”

“Adult men, Gavrie.”

“Last name.”

“Turgenev.”

Gavrie cleared his throat. “That’s a big name.”

“Get it done and don’t clean up.”

“Leave the bodies out in the open?”

“And wherever the dead are left, draw mosquitos on the wall with their blood.”

Gavrie’s voice held amusement. “It may just look like bugs, Misha. We are not artists after all.”

“Then write Mosquito.”

“We can do that.”

“I’ll send an extra bonus to everyone, if done by sunset.”

“Then expect to send the money soon.”

I hung up and switched my attention to the iPad. On the screen, I watched the Xecutioners walk Valentina and a crying Natalya out of the condo.

It’s done.

My convoy came to a stop on the road in line with the front of the restaurant. My limo led the way. Every vehicle was nose to tail. The van doors flung open. Over thirty men rushed out, covered in bulletproof vests and guns.

Grabbing two Glocks, I left the limo.

Let’s finish this shit.

This visit with Leonid wouldn’t be a lot of conversation. He’d caused enough trouble over his rapey grandfather. Had he kept this between him and me, I would have let his family live. But he kidnapped my daughter and made her cry. All needed to know that Ava, my child, and even my child’s mother would always be out of any dispute.

My men swarmed on the restaurant. Leonid’s men guarded the front. They were the first to be hit. Straight shots to the forehead. No nonsense.

My Glocks remained steady in my hands.

Four huge guys stepped out of the restaurant. They had no chance to raise their guns. Dima took them down in seconds.

We continued to the restaurant.

I knew the exit would be guarded by my people. If Leonid tried to escape out that way, my men would hold him for me.

That was the only instruction to my team.

Leave Leonid for me.

We entered the restaurant. Leonid’s men dropped on the left and right. If they pulled a gun, they dropped it on their way down. If they begged for their lives, they got several bullets in their mouths.

More of Leonid’s people rushed our way. A gun battle ensued. It was all bright flashes and rapid explosive sounds. The restaurant’s windows shattered. The chandeliers fell, taking out one of my men. Smoke and the scent of blood filled the air. Bodies covered the floor—mine and Leonid’s. Some were slumped over tables.

One of my people rushed my way. “Leonid is running through the kitchen.”

“Let’s go.” I sped through the restaurant. My men shoved the tables out the way. Glasses, plates, and food crashed to the floor. If we spotted any of Leonid’s guards, they were shot. Waiters and other staff crouched to the ground, screaming.