Betrayed Honor: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Ivanov Crime Family Book 3) by Zoe Blake

Author:Zoe Blake [Blake, Zoe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Poison Ink Publications
Published: 2021-03-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Nadia

Mikhail was at the dining room table preparing his equipment when I emerged from the bedroom. The familiar scent of gun oil filled the room as he reassembled a gun.

I looked down at the weapon. “Is that a Mossberg 500?”

Mikhail hesitated. “Yes,” he finally answered.

In a lame attempt at a distraction and to relieve the tension in the room, I picked up the box of ammunition he had on the table. “Brenneke Maximum Barrier Penetrating 12-gauge shotgun slugs,” I said as I read the package. My laugh had a high-pitched, tinny quality which showed my nervousness, as I joked, “Are you planning on shooting through a cement wall?”

“A brick one, actually.”

“Seriously?”

Mikhail nodded. “I suspect it may have been some hired hacks of the Novikoffs who attacked you. If I’m right, his sons hold late night events in their father’s house when he is out of town. According to my intel, they sit with their backs to the wall and drink their father’s vodka and smoke his expensive cigars. If we need to send a message to them and their father, I want to be prepared.”

I was oddly pleased he had shared that information with me. I was half-expecting him to just brush me off. “Are you going to use a Range-R?”

Mikhail put down the gun he was holding and turned his full attention to me. “Of course.”

A Range-R was a sophisticated motion detector which could read the slightest movement through any kind of wall. If a guy was breathing inside a closet deep inside of a house, the Range-R would pick it up. Unlike in the movies, heat sensing detectors did not work through walls.

I continued, “You’ll have to get within a hundred yards.”

Mikhail’s brow furrowed as he continued to scrutinize me. He answered carefully, “That’s the plan.”

I shook my head. “This is the wrong ammunition. Do you have any of the Special Forces Short Magnums?”

Mikhail sat back in his chair. He tossed an arm over the back and stared up at me, a bemused smile on his face. “What is happening here?”

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smoothed down my black turtleneck, embracing my new badass persona. Tilting my chin in the air, I asked, “Why? Are you impressed?”

He nodded. “Yes… and a little confused.”

It wasn’t a big mystery. When I was a little girl, virtually the only time I got to spend with my much older brothers was when they sat around the kitchen table cleaning their guns. They often talked about velocity, caliber, trajectory, barrel rifling, and the like. I would sit there and listen as I watched them take each gun apart, clean it, and reassemble it. Sometimes they would even let me polish the rifle barrels. Of course, I was naïve enough to believe it when they said they were using the guns for hunting and target shooting. I didn’t realize they meant of human beings.

I shrugged. “I learned from my brothers.”

Mikhail flipped one of the shotgun slugs between his fingers as he considered what I said.

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