I slam the car to a stop in front of the abandoned warehouse.
Two of Dmitri’s guards are waiting outside. I shoot them straight in the head and they drop dead to the ground.
I step through the large gate, and the first thing I notice is the sharp, suffocating stench of gasoline.
Ah, f**k.
That son of a b***h is going to burn us alive.
Fucking karma.
I have to do this fast, so I go in ready to kill Dmitri the moment our eyes meet.
But I stop dead in my tracks.
Dmitri is aiming at Reid’s head, the barrel of his gun pressed against my brother’s temple.
Reid’s hands are chained, the iron hanging from his wrists as he barely manages to stay on his feet.
Reid is going to be a dad.
Katarina’s voice keeps echoing in my head.
Reid is going to be a dad.
“Let him go,” I say.
Dmitri smil
