Where the Wind Whispers (Seasons of Betrayal Book 3) by Bethany-Kris, London Miller
Authors: Bethany-Kris, London Miller
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calmly, “is that you too need to do the right thing where your father is concerned. And so, here I am.”
Violet’s throat tightened.
No …
He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant.
Surely not.
Caesar dropped Violet’s arm as a server passed, taking a step away to grab a glass of wine on the moving tray before it was out of reach. “Due time, Violet. It’ll all happen in due time. Tonight, though, is for your brother. Shame that wife of his is pregnant—that doesn’t hold my interest at all.”
Wonderful.
Despite the predilection to the contrary, money didn’t always buy safety.
No one was safe, no matter how much protection came with the position that called for it. And when it came to the men in the Bratva , someone somewhere was always trying to put a bullet in their heads.
Vasily was a wanted man—wanted by two of the most powerful factions of the Vory v Zakone —and if he’d been smart, he might have reached out to his politician friend and asked that he find him a way out of the country.
Hiding in Chicago wasn’t his brightest idea, and despite his eagerness to finish his business with Vasily, Kaz had learned his lesson. If it seemed too good to be true, it had to be. And for that reason, he didn’t go alone to the safe house that Vadim had been given the address to.
Rus, Konstantin, and Kaz—along with a number of others Vadim had sent along with them—sat in the back of Kolya’s Hummer with the surly one behind the wheel as he navigated through late-day traffic.
Despite Konstantin’s whistling in the background—a low, haunting sound that resonated in the truck—Kaz tuned them all out, focused instead on what awaited him at the address they were drawing closer to.
It was a shipping yard, Kaz realized as they drew nearer, and he could just see the shipping containers on the other side of the fence. Before they reached the entry point, however, Kolya killed the lights to his truck, slowing to a crawl as he parked on a side road and killed the engine.
There was no conversation as they each got out of the car, going around to the trunk as they strapped on bulletproof vests and the special case Kolya kept in the trunk of his car was opened, unveiling the AK-47s he had hidden inside.
Kaz didn’t bother with one. Instead, he checked over his Glock one last time. When he finished, Rus clapped a hand on his shoulder, as he often did when they were younger and he wanted to offer brotherly advice—this time wasn’t quite like the others.
“Ready?”
As he asked this, the others Vadim had sent along were already at the gate, cutting away the padlock that kept the gate closed to those who didn’t belong. With one sharp snap of the tool against the metal, it dropped to the ground.
Kaz nodded once. “Let’s get this done.”
As the first shot rang out, sending them jogging toward the entrance, Kaz thought about the warning Vadim had given them before they took off.
With the mayor’s cooperation, they had more than just his cooperation, but his help in another matter. Someone hearing gunshots was inevitable, and it wouldn’t take long before they were calling the police to report it.
Kaz hadn’t the slightest idea as to how they would handle that situation, but Vadim had assured him in that vague, all-knowing way of his that he had already taken care of the matter.
As they neared the gate, Kolya and Rus in front, Kaz and Konstantin behind, the eldest Boykov said, “We have a twenty-minute rule to get in and get out before one of Chicago’s finest rides by to reports shots being fired.” He looked at Kaz and asked, “That enough time for you?”
Even if it weren’t, he would have to make sure it was.
Kaz didn’t waste any more time, rushing through the gate as his heart pumped anew with each step he took. The gunshots were impossibly loud, nearly drowning him in harsh echoes, but he kept moving, keeping his head down, and Rus close at his heels.
On the south end of
Violet’s throat tightened.
No …
He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant.
Surely not.
Caesar dropped Violet’s arm as a server passed, taking a step away to grab a glass of wine on the moving tray before it was out of reach. “Due time, Violet. It’ll all happen in due time. Tonight, though, is for your brother. Shame that wife of his is pregnant—that doesn’t hold my interest at all.”
Wonderful.
Despite the predilection to the contrary, money didn’t always buy safety.
No one was safe, no matter how much protection came with the position that called for it. And when it came to the men in the Bratva , someone somewhere was always trying to put a bullet in their heads.
Vasily was a wanted man—wanted by two of the most powerful factions of the Vory v Zakone —and if he’d been smart, he might have reached out to his politician friend and asked that he find him a way out of the country.
Hiding in Chicago wasn’t his brightest idea, and despite his eagerness to finish his business with Vasily, Kaz had learned his lesson. If it seemed too good to be true, it had to be. And for that reason, he didn’t go alone to the safe house that Vadim had been given the address to.
Rus, Konstantin, and Kaz—along with a number of others Vadim had sent along with them—sat in the back of Kolya’s Hummer with the surly one behind the wheel as he navigated through late-day traffic.
Despite Konstantin’s whistling in the background—a low, haunting sound that resonated in the truck—Kaz tuned them all out, focused instead on what awaited him at the address they were drawing closer to.
It was a shipping yard, Kaz realized as they drew nearer, and he could just see the shipping containers on the other side of the fence. Before they reached the entry point, however, Kolya killed the lights to his truck, slowing to a crawl as he parked on a side road and killed the engine.
There was no conversation as they each got out of the car, going around to the trunk as they strapped on bulletproof vests and the special case Kolya kept in the trunk of his car was opened, unveiling the AK-47s he had hidden inside.
Kaz didn’t bother with one. Instead, he checked over his Glock one last time. When he finished, Rus clapped a hand on his shoulder, as he often did when they were younger and he wanted to offer brotherly advice—this time wasn’t quite like the others.
“Ready?”
As he asked this, the others Vadim had sent along were already at the gate, cutting away the padlock that kept the gate closed to those who didn’t belong. With one sharp snap of the tool against the metal, it dropped to the ground.
Kaz nodded once. “Let’s get this done.”
As the first shot rang out, sending them jogging toward the entrance, Kaz thought about the warning Vadim had given them before they took off.
With the mayor’s cooperation, they had more than just his cooperation, but his help in another matter. Someone hearing gunshots was inevitable, and it wouldn’t take long before they were calling the police to report it.
Kaz hadn’t the slightest idea as to how they would handle that situation, but Vadim had assured him in that vague, all-knowing way of his that he had already taken care of the matter.
As they neared the gate, Kolya and Rus in front, Kaz and Konstantin behind, the eldest Boykov said, “We have a twenty-minute rule to get in and get out before one of Chicago’s finest rides by to reports shots being fired.” He looked at Kaz and asked, “That enough time for you?”
Even if it weren’t, he would have to make sure it was.
Kaz didn’t waste any more time, rushing through the gate as his heart pumped anew with each step he took. The gunshots were impossibly loud, nearly drowning him in harsh echoes, but he kept moving, keeping his head down, and Rus close at his heels.
On the south end of
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