Chapter 6 - Volkov’s Enforcers Track Adrian to the Safe House
Two miles away from the daycare, a pair of stolen sedans rolled slowly into a desolate industrial alleyway in Brooklyn.
Dimitri Volkov sat in the lead vehicle, puffing on a thick Cuban cigar while studying satellite feeds on a burner tablet.
“Moretti left his hospital room an hour ago,” one of his Russian enforcers reported, racking the slide of an assault rifle.
“He thinks he can run his city with a crippled heart and a bullet hole in his shoulder,” Volkov sneered darkly.
“Where is he heading, boss? Our sources inside his security detail are still locked out of the primary comms.”
“He went to Queens. To an ordinary apartment building near 43rd Street where an ordinary woman and a child live.”
Volkov leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with savage anticipation as he stubbed out his cigar against the dashboard.
“Find them, kill the woman, and bring the little girl to me,” Volkov ordered with a sickening, cruel smile.
“Moretti will crawl out of his fortress to save them, and that is when we will finish him once and for all.”
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The convoy roared to life, kicking up thick clouds of black exhaust as they sped toward the unsuspecting neighborhood.
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