Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Anything but disclosing the identity of her fucking lover who was out to kill me.
And she helped him.
I flick my hand on the desk, sending the house of cards flying in all directions.
Viktor and Yuri, who are sitting opposite me relaying updates about the club and the cartel, freeze at my sudden burst of motion. Something they’re definitely not used to.
“If it’s about the cartels,” Viktor starts. “Don’t worry, Boss. Yuri and I will keep them occupied until you’re in better shape to personally meet them.”
“You don’t even have to,” Yuri supplies. “Juan doesn’t come all the way from Mexico. He sends his underlings. It’s neither disrespectful nor strange that Viktor and I take care of these shipments on your behalf. As for the club, Maksim and your late father’s senior guards are doing a good job keeping everything in check.”
I nod absentmindedly, just so they’ll think this irrational fucking mood is indeed about the state of affairs.
After they’re done with their daily reports, Yuri leaves, but Viktor lingers behind and locks the door.
He stands in front of the desk, legs shoulder-width apart and hands clasped. “I have gathered some information about the attack in Russia.”
I pause picking up my cards, then continue. “And?”
“I used the trackers you had on Lipovsky to pinpoint the location’s coordinates. The warehouse in that area as well as the surrounding landscape and my placement are almost identical to that of the warehouse where we had the last Special Forces mission.”
So my gut was right. That place was linked to the cursed mission where I lost my men. I was so sure Roman was behind the whole scheme, but maybe there’s more to it.
I neatly stack the bottom row of cards. “Have you figured out who owns that place?”
“According to our last mission, it’s insurgents and illegal weapons dealers, and while that’s true to an extent, I believe there may be hidden information about that particular mission.” He pauses. “You know of the Belsky Organization scheme, right?”
“The organization that clashed against the government and stored weapons, only for them to be wiped out?”
“That’s public and military general knowledge, but it’s neither as simple nor as justifiable as the tales indicate.”
I keep building my house despite the volatile nature of my dimming patience. “I don’t see why the Belsky Organization has anything to do with those two warehouses.”
“They were owned by the family.”
My gaze meets Viktor’s through the small triangles. “Didn’t the military have them wiped out?”
“Not all. It’s impossible to locate the entirety of their warehouses, considering they kept them hidden in places even the KGB doesn’t tread near. They could also have allies in those areas to help maintain their anonymity.”
“You’re talking as if they’re still alive.”
“I suspect that a few members are, yes. Otherwise, those warehouses wouldn’t have remained functional.”
“Some other group could’ve gotten hold of them.”
“They could, but it’s highly unlikely. That organization operated like a cult and no one aside from their inner circle members are aware of their strategic weapon vaults.”
“So you think the Belsky Organization members are the ones behind the last Spetsnaz mission failure and my getting shot?”
“It’s a possibility, yes. I’m not saying the late Mr. Morozov didn’t have a hand in it as well, but all the arrows point in their direction.”
“Riddle me this, Viktor.” I clasp my hands to form a steeple at my chin and lean my elbows on the table. “Why would they target me when I’ve never dealt with them?”
“Could be a mercenary mission or for a reason we’re not aware of. Their guards certainly turned into rogue assassins who are only interested in money after the organization's famous cleansing.”
I adjust my glasses with my middle finger. Where does Aleksandra, who’s definitely not a Lipovsky, fit into the picture?
Is she in a relationship with the leader of the remaining Belskys?
Maybe she’s a Belsky herself. It makes sense with all the spying and acting suspiciously. There’s also the fact that she supposedly hid her gender because it’s dangerous to be a woman.
Whatever the case, she clearly thinks of me as an enemy. It’s no secret that Roman was involved with the Belsky Organization—one of his multiple foolish decisions. That one nearly got him in trouble with the Pakhan, so he said he’d take care of it.
If by ‘take care of it,’ he meant the annihilation of the organization, then I’m not surprised they would come after his heir—aka me.
I’m going to also take a wild guess that the people who kidnapped, tortured, and then sent Konstantin back in a duffel bag as a message belong to the same faction.
Was Aleksandra getting close to me to gain information?
No, she clearly passed that stage and moved on to the execution part, where she watched as her lover shot me down.
The red haze from that day blurs my vision and I have to close my eyes briefly to disperse the energy. When I open them again, my hawk-like focus returns. “I need all the information you can find about the Belsky Organization. Every file, every member, and every movement they’ve made before and after their alleged annihilation.”