Deadly (Born Bratva Book 5) by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online

ceiling. Strange, since I know this isn’t a freestanding wall; the building next door is connected without even an alley in between.
    Standing precariously on the toilet lid, I try to open the window but it doesn’t budge. I can hear Roksana’s voice from earlier. My father said something about a bullet to your brain if you fail and I was just starting to like you. I am not going down like this.
    I reach down and pull my sheathed hunting knife from beneath my skirt and slip it beneath the window. I hope like hell it isn’t nailed shut. Recently applied paint has sealed the window shut, so I use the knife to work my way along the bottom of the window’s frame, cracking through the paint.
    One last forceful push of the blade frees up the window. I try to shrug off the fear that somehow the gun won’t be there. I wish I had snagged the one Roksana snuck in, at least that would have been a sure thing. Surely whoever was supposed to plant the gun did their fucking job.
    I push the window up and am relieved to see a slim wooden case perched precariously on the ledge. I pull it inside and sit on the toilet lid to assemble my weapon. So far, so good.
    When I’ve got the silencer in place, I return the empty case to the space between the fake window and bricked-in wall. I slide the glass pane back into place and launch myself quickly up the stairs to the VIP section. Three people are seated at the table now. Well, fuck me. They’ve got company.
    The blonde supermodel has joined them. I hadn’t counted on having to kill this guy’s wife or girlfriend or whoever she is. I’m pissed that Roksana didn’t warn me before I got here so I could wrap my head around it. Was she unaware that the woman would be with him or did she decide not to tell me to see how I’d react? That’s one hell of a big risk to take with my life hanging in the balance. I’ll make a point of finding out later.
    The three people are so occupied with their conversation that no one evens looks up as I walk toward them. I’m glad to see their table is the only one occupied in the VIP section.
    The bodyguard finally looks up as I approach. His eyes widen when he sees my gun. He hesitates in what will be the last mistake he ever makes. Two shots in the head take him out before I turn my gun on the mark. Rinse and repeat.
    I turn my attention to his female companion, who is slowly grasping the hopelessness of her situation as her lover bleeds out on the floor at her feet. She backs away from me until she reaches the wall, sobbing hysterically as she frantically tries to wipe his blood and brain matter from her glittery cocktail dress. As she stares down at her trembling hands in horror, her knees buckle and she slides down the wall. She lands in a heap on the floor, her legs flopping out in front of her, her arms still flailing wildly over the bodice of her dress and she sobs incoherently, her head shaking back and forth frantically like a wet dog.
    She’s not on my To Do list for the night, but I’ll be damned if I’m leaving a witness. When all is said and done, if I get caught it won’t be a Glazov going to jail -- it'll be me and that’s not going to happen.
    I pump two bullets into her head. The disbelieving look on her face, even in death, is almost funny. I mean, what the fuck did she expect? Even I know that if you’re going to hook up with people who live by the sword, then you can expect to die by the sword right along with them.



Chapter Ten
    Oleg
    Of all the times for someone to fuckin’ OD.
    It doesn’t matter how meticulously you plan out a hit—something’s going to happen. Some variable is going to come flying out of nowhere to bite you in the ass. Traffic is snarled around the club where two double-parked ambulances are blocking me from getting to our agreed-upon meeting place around back. As I circle the block police sirens begin to wail in the distance -- but they’re getting closer. I’m thinking they’re probably not