TEN MINUTES EARLIER
Andrei and the nurse looking after Sheila Greene were outside, waiting, when the car pulled into the driveway.
The second in command was first in line to run to the car, and drag the backseat door open.
“What the f**k, bro? You said it wasn't f*****g deep?!” He screamed at him when he saw his shirt he tied around his arm was soaked with blood.
Weak, but still sturdy, Vladimir demonstrated with his other hand for him to give him space to alight.
“Thank God the nurse is here,” he grumbled, stepping to the side.
Vladimir took a deep breath, before sliding out of the car in one move.
“Syn!” Natasha, who was headed for the relaxation garden to meet up with Serena, screamed in Russian on spotting her son, shirtless, with bleeding arms.
She ran to him, her eyes franti
