BOOK 2
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PROLOGUE - VIKTOR
Warm, syrupy liquid coats my fingers, bleeding onto my hands and drips to the cold cement below. The sky is black, the stars and moon hiding, helping me complete my task. The calming swoosh of the waves masks my noises as I drop the lifeless body to the ground to finish securing weights to his limbs.
The small pier is deserted and the men on the docks know to mind their own business. No one wants to be involved with the Bratva, especially when its leader is dumping bodies. They keep their concerns to themselves, knowing they would be next on my list.
I relish the power.
I was the smart one, the one strictly handling the money of the business. Then my uncle gave me my first taste of disposal. I don't necessarily enjoy the kill itself, but I love watching t
