I pull the gun out so fast that Gennady doesn’t even register the weapon until I pull the trigger. He’s still talking when thegunshot rings out with a thundering report…
And then he drops dead, his sentence left forever unfinished.
I hear Aleks’s muttered “f**k” as I start scanning the faces of my men. Some look shell-shocked; others simply resigned. A fewlook like they’ve gotten an early birthday present. I stare down all of them. “Does anyone else have reservations about myleadership?”
“No, sir,” several of them chime in at once.
The few who stay silent just nod warily, chancing glances down at Gennady’s body. I understand my brother’s trepidation. It’snever good news when a pakhan culls one of his own. Vors are meant to be protec
