Kissing The Enemy by Helena Newbury

Author:Helena Newbury [Newbury, Helena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Foster & Black
Published: 2016-08-14T07:00:00+00:00

25

Angelo

I got Rico to meet me at Underground and we holed up in my office while I told him the bad news. His reaction was similar to mine, except, when he punched the wall, he took a chunk of plaster out of it. “Those guys have been buying guns from us for twenty years!” he snapped. “The whole fucking charter buys from us.”

“Not anymore. Question is, what do we do about it?”

Rico considered. “The Russians don’t know we know?”

I shook my head.

“Then we kill the sons of bitches. We get the bikers back on our team and we take out the bratva fucks they sent to kill us. We ambush them like they were going to ambush us.”

I leaned back in my chair and thought about it. “Or...we could just call off the meet. We get the bikers buying from us again, sure. But we don’t ambush the Russians.”

“Why the hell would we do that? This is the perfect opportunity!” Rico stalked over to my desk. “What’s with you? This is exactly what we need to show the Saints we can handle the Russians.” He put his hands flat on my desk and leaned over me. “C’mon, boss. Now’s not the time to go soft.”

“I’m not going soft!” I snarled. I jumped to my feet so fast my chair hit the wall behind me. “We ambush them, maybe hurt them, maybe kill them. Then what? Vasiliy will be after blood! It’ll be all-out war!”

“Maybe we need a war!”

We glowered at each other, our faces only a few feet apart. But the real fight wasn’t between Rico and me. The real fight was going on inside, between the old me and the new me. A week ago, I would have taken the opportunity like a shot, killed as many Russians as I could and the hell with the consequences. Meeting Irina had changed everything but I couldn’t figure out if she was helping me see clearly or leading me astray. I stood there for long seconds, every muscle rigid, trying to decide between betraying Irina and betraying my side.

I promised her….

But I’d made a promise to my dad, too, as he lay dying in my arms. I’d promised I’d never let his turf go to the Russians.

“Fuck it,” I said, straightening up. “Get the guys. We’ll go see the bikers. Then we’re going to give those Russian bastards a surprise.”

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