Chapter 24

The tension in the room was palpable, like a storm gathering strength before the deluge. I couldn't help but clench my fists, my knuckles white with the effort of keeping my emotions in check.

Russo had asked me to take some time off to get myself together, and I couldn't understand why. I didn't want to be anywhere else but here, in the thick of things, trying to piece together the puzzle of Ergonov's latest moves.

He thinks those teenage boys are a distraction from Egornov and I may be in danger. Sometimes I wonder who the fuck the man was and how he could have deep dated hatred from Russo like that. I’ve always found Mafia ties confusing but Ergonov is hell bent on ending Russo and his empire.

I stared at Russo, his sharp features etched with frustration. We were all affected, if we had walked into an ambush yesterday, nobody would have made it alive. As an agent, one of the most utmost training you get is a reminder that 0.01 seconds in front of a bullet could determine your fut