Chapter 48 We are on the way Dimitri
Aleksander POV
The roads were slick from an afternoon shower. The sun was hanging low in the sky, threatening to set earlier than expected and cast the world in darkness.
Along the road was a convoy of ten blacked-out SUVs packed with men in tactical gear. Aleksander was not a man to mix his words. He was prepared for war. He's spent years preparing for such unfortunate moments.
He was having a hard time fathoming how Viktor could be so blatant and take Dimitri hostage instead of himself or Maria. But this was the Bratva, the mafia, gang life, where the old codes were being ignored.
My phone had rang a few minutes earlier, it was my father. Gulping, slight nerves were setting in. The nerves were not due to the situation with Dimitri, but to the fact that my Papa was coming here from Russia. Papa never left Russia anymore; it's been at least five years since he's set foot in America to track my progress and make sure I was doing everything by the book and the code.
Two things I learned growing up were 1. Never violate the Bratva's codes and 2. Whoever threatens Pakhan Maxim Volkov always sees an early grave.
Knowing that he was coming was a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, I was happy because I'd missed him, but on the other hand, I hated having him look over my shoulder at every detail that was going on. He also didn't know about Maria yet, and I'm unsure how he will take her involvement in this whole situation. The one thing I know is that when it comes to Maria, the beautiful, curvaceous woman who saved my life, I'd protect her at all costs.
Focusing back on the task at hand, we pulled off onto the ramp leading into I-75 towards Marietta.
Looking around at my men and then whispering into the earpiece, all of my men have "Check your tactical gear and your weapons. We will be there in T minus 15 minutes."
Multiple responses of "Yes, Pakhan or Yes, Boss" came through the earpiece. Satisfied with the responses, I pull up the blueprints of the warehouses from my email.
Mapping out the perimeter, I narrowed down the entrances, exits, blind spots, and sniper points. Everything was checked and double-checked because the one thing I hate most is surprises. Pulling off I-75 into the industrial area where rows and rows of dark and dreary warehouses were sitting.
Checking the signal for Dimitri on my phone, we narrowed down his location to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the industrial complex. It looks like a scene from an apocalyptic movie where the world ended. Parking our vehicles two blocks away, we separated into three teams. One team was the snipers, who went to several discreet areas for a shooting advantage. One team to the back exits of the warehouse, and the other to the front doors, where they would go in with guns blazing.
Taking one look at all the men who had most likely been with me since day one. They all loved and respected Dimitri and were willing to lay down their lives to get their Lt. back.
One of the guys standing behind me ran up to the front door, taking out of his bag three blasting caps. Taking each one and strategically placing them in the weak points of the door, so that when the blasts went off, the door would properly blow off its hinges.
Hearing over the comm, the men stationed at the back had also gotten into position.
It was go time.
Ready or not, we were coming for Dimitri.
With a sneer made of pure hatred, my only hope was that Viktor was there so I could put a bullet in his head and end it once and for all.
Talking in my comm
"It's go time, men... on my count..1...2...3"
Boom
Boom
Boom
Explosions go off, and the door goes flying. In perfect sequence, we breach the warehouse door, automatically running into three of Viktor's men. With perfect precision, each man is taken out. We keep going further and further into the warehouse. That's when I see it, Dimitri lying in blood and filth, unconscious. Viktor's men, who were guarding him, were yelling, eyes going wild, trying to find a way to escape.
They were surrounded, and the only place left to go was a one-way ticket straight to hell.
Before they could even scream, five rounds were fired, leaving them lying in their own blood, dead on the ground.
Running straight to Dimitri, I see he's tied up in chains. Looking around, I see a pair of old rusty bolt cutters that will have to do. I sighed because the only other option was to shoot the lock, and I didn't want to risk further damage to him.
With all the strength I had, I personally cut the chains off him. He was still unconscious, swollen head to toe, and his head was still bleeding from where it looked like they bashed him over the head.
Picking him up, I started walking back out towards the vehicles, with my men following close behind.
The only thing that mattered at this moment was to make sure we got him to a hospital.
Dimitri had to live.
Viktor has to pay.