Chapter 6 - Cornering the Wolf
The battle raged through the winding hallways of the club for what felt like hours.
Smoke hung heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic scent of blood and gunpowder.
I moved methodically from cover to cover, taking down any Petrov soldier foolish enough to step into my line of sight.
Bruno stayed low to the ground, moving flawlessly beside me like a highly trained ghost.
We finally pushed them out of the kitchen and into the back alley where their SUVs were parked.
The rain was coming down in sheets, washing the blood into the city storm drains.
I scanned the remaining enemies, looking for the man who ordered the hit on my life.
Viktor Petrov was standing behind the door of an armored vehicle, barking orders in Russian at his surviving men.
He was a massive man, built like a brick wall, with a scarred face and ruthless eyes.
When he saw me step into the alley, a wicked smile crossed his face.
"Your underboss sold you out cheap, Italian!" Viktor yelled over the pouring rain.
"He told me everything I needed to bury you!"
"He told you a lie," I yelled back, stepping out from behind a brick pillar.
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"And he paid for it with his life."
Viktor's smile vanished, realizing that his inside man had been broken.
