Nightfall (Tsezar Bratva Book 1) by Nicole Fox

Author:Nicole Fox [Fox, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-02T16:00:00+00:00

17

Dmitry

The call comes midmorning.

I have some men out collecting for me, making a few stops to clients who could become problems unless reminded of our presence. I expected them to call with progress reports.

I didn’t expect an emergency.

Get here. Now.

The words are the same as the night of the fire at the bar, though the location is different.

I drive without seeing, sure I can’t count how many traffic laws I’m ignoring. My men are in trouble, so nothing else matters.

As soon as I pull onto the road—warehouses and crumbling buildings dating back to the city’s earliest days, rising up to block out the sun on either side—a shot pings off the roof of my car.

A firefight.

I slam on the brakes and dive down into the passenger seat, digging through the glove compartment for my gun. Two more shots ricochet off my car, though none of them hit the windows. Apparently, the Italians can’t shoot for shit.

Taking a deep breath, I open the driver’s side door, roll down the window, and duck down behind the door, peeking up through the window, gun at the ready.

My men are in similar positions, guns aimed at a building on the right side of the road. It used to be a shoe factory, recently converted into apartments, though the tenants haven’t moved in yet. I know because the owner of the building pays my Bratva for protection. From the Italians … and us.

The territory has been in dispute, control constantly in flux, but we have controlled it for the better part of a year without any problems. Now, apparently, the Italians have taken issue.

“How many?” comes a voice from behind.

I drop down and spin around, aiming my gun at Rurik before I realize it’s him. He holds up his hands and curses.

“Shit, Dmitry. It’s me.”

“Don’t fucking sneak up on me in the middle of a gunfight,” I growl. “And I don’t know. I just got here.”

“Me too.”

I didn’t hear his car pull up, but I also didn’t hear him approach me, so I don’t ask any questions. There is no need to look even more incompetent than I already feel.

“We can’t hold this position,” Rurik says. “We have to advance. They have the high ground.”

I look where he’s pointing and finally see the Italians in the third floor windows.

“You think we should storm the building?”

Rurik shrugs. “It’s better than holding point in the street so the police can conveniently find us and arrest us. We need to end this now, before word gets out.”

He’s right, but I don’t say so. Instead, I call for the men to move forward.

One by one, with everyone else keeping cover, the men run forward and into the lobby of the building. The door is locked but the glass panes have been shot out, so we all just step through the shell of the door.

The lobby is still uncarpeted and smells of fresh paint, though now there are bullet holes marring the new drywall.

We scour the first floor but don’t find anyone.

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