Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I turn my attention to what we need to do to bring Abram Levkin and his soldiers down. Our men have already been in place and the ones left are doing it now. A signal jammer went up after Abram’s men got the call from him, saying all was good and he’d be there soon. They have no idea that we’re on to them and some were turned back. We want to keep it that way. Ivan knew who many of Abram’s men were, since he had been lulling his brother into thinking he was with him. Once Abram’s spy sent word that all was clear at the reception, Ivan slit his throat and left him to bleed out where Abram’s allies couldn’t see him. We outnumber their side by at least a hundred soldiers. Abram doesn’t know. The men here that have aligned with him have already been surrounded and secured. They will be forced to watch and see what happens when you cross the remaining Levkin brothers and the DeLuca family. This is a show of dominance and will send a message across the board.
I take my men, and along with Antonio, meet up with Ghost and EZ who are already shooting at the Jeeps that have entered the property. My men fan out and join in the firefight. Some of Abram’s men have jumped out of their vehicles and are trying to make it past the gates, but that’s just a quicker way to die at this point. They are stuck with nowhere to go. All they can do is fight a losing battle and now they have no cover.
“You fuckers are late. Thought we were going to have to fight this all on our own,” EZ growls. “You were about to miss all the fun.”
“Which vehicle is Abram in?” I ask. He’s my sole target. I’m going to make the motherfucker pay.
“The flashy yellow Jeep in the middle, currently waiting while all the others do the fighting,” Ghost shouts, still shooting. Antonio and I have joined in as I scan the vehicle in question.
“That’s about right,” I mutter, disgusted by Abram’s weakness. I’m actually surprised he hasn’t taken off running by now. He has to know he’s going to die.
I slowly begin to make my way to his vehicle. Antonio is flanking me as we hide by the ornate statues that litter the concrete and brick paved drive. Antonio sees a man in trouble and turns in a different direction. Immediately Ivan and Samuil take my back. “I get the man who hurt my Gia, but if you don’t kill Abram, I will. He won’t leave here breathing.”
“Duh,” Ivan says, and if I didn’t need my attention on moving forward, I’d flip him off. Samuil is quiet but considering he’s taking part in a plan to kill his father, I guess that’s understandable.
We work together, making it through the men in front of us, shooting and clearing the way, but making good time. Gradually, we get to the vehicle that Ivan is in. His main men are lying everywhere around the Jeep, dead or bleeding in a way that they’ll be dead soon. Ivan and Samuil put the few that do have a pulse out of their misery. I pull the passenger seat door of the Jeep open, gun at the ready. I’m not nervous. I am more than ready.
Disappointment floods me when the seat is empty. There are small pools of blood in the seat and floorboard but no sign of Ivan or his Underboss, Adam Dolan. Motherfucker.
“Spread Out!” I bark. “No one returns to the wedding area until these assholes are found.”
I start tracking the blood that’s puddling every so often and pray it leads me to Abram. I can’t let him get away. It’s not an option.
victorio
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I’m weaving my way through the dead bodies and vehicles that have clogged the long driveway to the Levkin home. I don’t know how Ivan and the others are controlling the police presence here, but I’m glad they seem to have a handle on it. In Miami, we get away with a lot, but something of this magnitude would be deep shit. There are literally at least twenty dead bodies scattering the property and ten times that being subdued and/or injured. What the Levkin brothers intend to do with them all, I do not know. It’s not really my problem. I’m only interested in Abram Levkin and his right-hand man, Adam Dolan. Samuil didn’t know for sure, but he said whenever his father was involved in shit, Abram’s main flunky was usually the one to carry them out. He was almost positive that Adam was the one who hurt Gia. He was going to get revenge himself, but I told him that was my job. I’m betting that if this fucker wasn’t the one who carried out the attack on my woman, he definitely knows who did.