“There's no sign of life, Pakhan.” Alex says as he limps into one of the rooms of the underground tunnel that I and more than a dozen of my men are holed up in. There are a few bodies sprawled at every nook and cranny of the room.
“Doc, see Alex's wound next.” I motion with my head in Alex's direction, signalling that he takes a seat. Pavel is currently getting a stitch on his inner thigh.
“Where's Lev?” I ask Nikolai, who is standing beside me. He lifts his chin at the entrance, and I look up to see Lev walking inside, a blunt in between his lips. He looks like s**t. f**k, we all do.
After what I would consider the best and most peaceful night I've had in a long long time, I was woken up with a call that the Terka Syndicate had breached one of my major warehouses in New york. They obvi
