I laugh. There is no heat behind his tone. If he were anyone else, I would have killed him on the spot. This time, I’ll let it slide, I suppose.
“Back. Back. Back.” We reach the bottom of the last set of stairs that lead into the lobby of the club when Maksim and Vas come running toward us. I can’t remember the last time I have seen either of them run like that. It is as if their asses are on fire.
“Grenade!” Maksim and Vas launch themselves over the bar to relative safety. I stare after them for a moment before his words sink in.
“Shit,” I hiss and push Nikolai into the small hallway to the right of the stairs we just exited. The explosion shakes the ground beneath our feet, dust and debris flying every which way. Smart, but now they have given us the perfect cover.
Maksim cackles as he pops up from behind the bar top, opening fire like Rambo on the enemy as they swarm inside. All hell breaks loose as we take out man after man who breaches through our doors. Fucking Ricardo better be dead, because if he isn’t, I am going to make his last few breaths utter hell.
Luckily, we have chosen a club I am not too fond of.
“Shit.” I duck behind a concrete pillar as more men come streaming through the door. That fucker is made of steel.Grenade my ass. The fuckers probably used a rocket launcher. “Mark, I need eyes on Cataclysm.”
“Got it, boss.” Mark goes silent for a moment as he works his magic. “I hope you have more men with you because you’ve got a small army coming at you through the parking lot.”
“How small is small?” I ask impatiently, flinging my knife at one of the men sneaking up on Nicolai. It hits him between the eyes. Dead fucker now.
“Well, it’s not quite the Roman Legion…”
“Mark!” I grit my teeth as I take out another two men with my gun.
“Forty or so.” He doesn’t sound so confident in those numbers.
“Or so?” Maksim sneers. “Or so!”
“Well, we’re fucked,” Nicolai laughs dryly. “Wave the white flag, boys. We are going down with the ship.”
“The white flag means surrender, dumbass,” Dima’s voice interrupts through the chatter. “We’re done over here, boss. Nothing special to report.”
Shit.
“No sign of the McDonoughs?”
“Nope,” Dima pops. “Just a whole bunch of now dead men and some cash.”
I grumble.
“Could use some help over here,” Vas grunts as he headbutts a guy in the face. “I’m almost out of ammo.”
“We’re on our way.”
Great. Just great.
“Hey, boss, you’ve got more company rolling in.”
And this is not going the way I plan it.
“How much company?” I honestly do not think I want to know.
“A few trucks full.”
Blyad.
“Well, it was nice knowing you all,” Maksim grunts, shoving a machete straight through a man’s neck. Where the fuck did he get that?
“We’re not dead yet, idiot,” Vas sneers. “Feel free to fall on your sword for us, though.”
That gets a laugh.