Prologue
Alfonzo
The sound the blade of my knife made as it moved over the sharpening block was fucking mus...
This story contains themes of: extreme violence gore, stalker, torture, violent death, explicit imagery
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The Bratva took me in when I was nothing more than a starving boy on the streets of Russia. Anatoly, the Pakhan, saved me, and Rurik, his best friend and consigliere, mostly raised me. I owed them everything. So, when I'm given orders to scope out one of Rico Martinez's properties, I do so without question. But I'm not sneaky enough, and I'm spotted. My cover is blown. When Rico's second in command, Alfonzo Aguado, appears in front of me like a ghost, I know it's over for me. But he lets me go. A game of cat and mouse begins, but somewhere in our little game, a third player slips in, and we're unaware until they almost take me out. Now, I'm standing on the Martinez compound grounds, bleeding out, and begging Alfonzo to come out and help me. And when he does... may God have mercy on whoever touched me. Alfonzo is out for blood.
Alfonzo
The sound the blade of my knife made as it moved over the sharpening block was fucking mus...