My men look to me as Konstantin helps me to my feet. Waiting for orders. For me to decide: mercy or murder?
I don’t hesitate for even a moment.
Every man tainted by the Astra Tyrannis poison is going to die.
Starting now.
I nod. A chorus of gunfire rings out at once. The remaining Yakuza slump to the floor as the grass drinks up their spilled blood.
Konstantin turns to me. “What now, don?” he asks quietly as the silence steals back over us.
“Burn their bodies,” I instruct as I spit blood onto the ground. “And finish Vitya’s grave.”
Then I turn and head in the opposite direction, towards my vehicle.
“Phoenix!”
I don’t stop so Matvei is forced to run to catch up to me. I can sense the concern radiating off him but I don’t have the patience for it now.
“Where are you going?” he pant
