I don’t have much time to contemplate it, though. There’s too much to be done.
I sent some of my men to speak with the owner of the building to discuss what happened and help him arrange repairs. Then, Maksim has to be dealt with.
“I can take him to the funeral home,” Rurik says. “Are you going to speak with his wife and kid?”
As the leader, it’s my duty to deliver the news to Maksim’s next of kin. I nod to Rurik, then turn to leave.
I hate every f*****g second of the task.
Maksim’s house is on my way home, so I stop off there, blood still splattered across the front of my shirt.
His wife wails when I tell her, though she knew it was a possibility. Everyone in this lifestyle does. There are no guarantees of another day. That reality does little to soften the blow, however.
She hugs
