The Road Back
The drive from the warehouse was unsettlingly quiet. There was still so much gunpowder in the air that night, and the weight of death found its home there too. Sofia had been sitting in the rear of the black SUV, pressing a bloodied rag against a wound in her shoulder. Beside her Marco leaned back his head, his face pale from loss of blood.
An updated version of this article will appear here shortly. His mind flooded with all the things they had done Viktor was dead, but the war had only just begun.
Elena rode shotgun, glancing at the mirrors, hoping to see nothing coming up behind them. “We have to have a plan,” she muttered, voice sharp. “Viktor is dead, but his men will not curl up.”
Luca’s jaw clenched. “I know.”
Sofia let out a slow breath. “We hit them first.”
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