CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

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AIDEN

Two days since Hazel has gone.

I could still feel that one big void.

Like the one I felt thirteen years ago.

"The cargo filled with guns and cars you demanded from Sterling, has arrived"

Terry's words pulled me back to reality.

Pushing the memories at the back of my mind.

Again.

"What about the men?"

"They are on their way and should be arriving any time now"

His words fade.

My eyes stared at the blank screen of my laptop.

"She is not here"

a little voice in me said.

"I wish she was"

I took a deep breath, reminding myself to hold my shit together.

"She will come back! I will make it happen,"

I promised myself.

Averting my eyes off the screen, towards Terry's hand holding a coffee mug.

"Let's get back to work again"

I took the mug.

"All the alliances of Dmitry will be officially broken on the very night of his fall, that is the first gift from our side," I said.

"Second will be his cargo filled with the drugs of his entire worth burning to the ashes"

Terry joined.

"He will see this all with his fucking eyes"

Alive.

Then I will kill him.

Slowly.

Make him beg for death.

Just like he did.

I could feel rage running in my veins.

Hazel will be there too.

Not Hazel but Grey.

"Grey will come there for the girls" Terry read my thoughts.

Dmitry will pay for every bloody thing he did, I'll make sure of it.

Terry's phone rang.

"Yes send them in," he said on the phone.

"Sterling's men are here"

"Let's go then"

"Nice to meet you, Mr Williamson, I am Rogue at your service" Rogue, Asher's most trusted man, greeted me.

"Thanks for coming Rogue. Tell Ash, I appreciate it" I shook his hand.

"Do you want your men to take some rest or-"

"No Mr. Williamson, they are ready. Let's discuss the plan"

"This way then"

Terry guided them.

"How many days are there in between?"

We walked into the hall in the basement of the mansion.

"Just two days. Time's running fast, here take the seat"

I pointed towards the seats in front of the big projector screen.

Terry switched on the presentation he had prepared.

"This is Dmitry Volkov, a Russian mafia leader trying to expand his territory in America, starting with Lost Angels. He is the target. I want to catch him. Alive."

Slide after slide I explained the plan.

"Second night from now, he is going to ship his cargos, full of girls for selling in the skin trade and drugs all over America and Asia. This is the biggest shipment that will not only strengthen his roots but will give him a fortune"

"This is Port Of Los Angeles, the biggest port. This is the blueprint."

I thoroughly explained to everyone, their respectable position in the port.

It took a good three hours to explain, and amend the holes in the plan.

"I think this is perfect," Rogue said.

"Count me in too" Terry agreed too.

"The plan is ready, now can you give me a place for my men to warm up?" Rogue asked.

"Terry will take you to our warehouse. You can use it"

I signaled Terry to lead the way.

I watched them leave the mansion.

The time is running fast, leaving everything behind.

"Sir your phone is ringing" a guard handed me my phone.

A private number.

"Hello?"

"You are being watched. Listen don't speak"

I wasn't scared of calls like this but I wasn't stupid either.

"You are planning to attack the port. Back Off. You will not be asked again."

"I.Will.Not"

My answer was clear.

"You don't have full information. You will die"

"I'd love to"

"You sure will when you'll see her die"

The line went blank. 

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