“These aren’t the men who attacked us,” Matthias mutters and turns to Vas, who nods in agreement.
“They appear to be McDonough’s men.” Vas leans in closer to get a look and points toward the bottom of the pile. “Is that Ward?”
Kenzi smirks. “Sure is.”
Vas beams with pride. “Nice.”
“Slit his throat,” she brags. “Ear to ear.”
“What was he doing here?” Matthias questions.
“Trying to get his hands on your wife,” Kenzi mutters. “Again.”
My husband’s stormy eyes turn to me, and I just shrug.
“Don’t look at me.” I hold my hands up innocently. “This was all Marianne’s doing.”
“She was here too?” Matthias closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I wonder if he’s going to have a stroke or something. With the way the vein in his temple is throbbing, I wouldn’t doubt that one is near.
“Take a chill pill, caveman,” Kenzi snorts. “Everything went fine. Christian’s dead. All their men are dead. Marianne escaped somewhere.”
I groan, then think about it for a moment.
“Wait.” If it wasn’t my grandparents’ men who attacked Matthias, then who did? “Who were the men who attacked the club?”
“We haven’t been able to figure that out,” Dante admits with a shake of his head.
“They had no identifying marks or tattoos,” Vas informs us. “They were special forces and black-ops trained, that is for sure.High-grade explosives and smoke screens. Their moves were practiced and precise. We never saw them coming.”
That doesn’t make any sense. “Wasn’t Mark monitoring radio chatter around the club?” I ask. “He should have been able to give you a heads-up.”
Maksim snorts from where he leans against the metal doorframe between the alley and the kitchen. “Except there was no radio chatter. It was completely silent until the alarm was tripped, and the one fucker who had managed to barely survive didn’t say shit. Silent as a fucking mime.”
“Or a mute.”
We all turn to look at Kenzi, who is washing her blood-covered hands off with the spigot on the wall.
“What do you mean mute?”
Kenzi snorts. “You know, like can’t talk? Silent. Suppressed. Quiet. Take your pick.”
“Why the fuck would you think they’re mute?” Vas eyes her skeptically.
Shutting off the spigot, Kenzi whirls around to face the tall Russian, hands on her hips. “Did they make any noise at all? Did you hear them shout out orders to each other or scream when they were hit?”
“Well,” Vas stutters slightly before looking defeated. “No.”
“That’s what I thought,” she reprimands him before turning to Matthias. “Did you look inside their mouths?”
Vas sneers. “Why the fuck would we do that?”
Kenzi ignores him, focusing her attention on Matthias, who shakes his head.
“What about radio chatter?” she continues. “You said Mark didn’t hear any, but was that just words or was he listening for anything else?”
“Like what?” Matthias questions.
“Knocks. Tics. Tones,” she explains. “Anything like that.”