Maybe it’s time for us to carry him for a change.
I didn’t tell him I was going to come after him. He would’ve had me locked up. But it’s the right thingto do. It’s the only thing to do. Gavril Vaknin is my boss, my don, my best friend, my brother-in-arms.I’m not about to let him walk straight to his death, even if he does think it’s the only move left tomake.
“You’re not alone, my friend,” I whisper under my breath.
Then I screw the silencer onto my gun and creep along the shadows to the back.
Two gibbering morons with shaved heads and skull tattoos on their necks are smoking cigarettes by adingy, rusted side door. They never see me or hear me. Two quick squeezes of my trigger, two muffledpops, and they both slump to the floor. Two less idiots inflicting their nas
