Adriano’s POV
My girl was angry and rightfully so.
I got her worried and I already felt bad for it. Plus, I told her I wasn’t going to get hurt but there was no way I could have foreseen the bullet ricocheting and grazing past my arm.
When I got a call from Nik this morning telling me he had intel that the Russians might be moving the girls from one of their warehouses today, I left the house without hesitation.
Although I was looking forward to spending the weekend with, Melanie, this was too important that it couldn’t be ignored.
When Nik told me Alex Pushkin was the bratva head threatening to impede on my territory, I couldn't say I was surprised but I was f*****g annoyed.
I thought I’d already heard the last of him years ago but it seemed he was still the same cocky son of a b*
