"Then he will be met with yet another disappointment," Noah snarled and the men both went into the office.
CHAPTER 38
When it came to mafia actions Made Men never played by the rules. Attacking enemies when they least expected it. There was no honor behind that even though they loved being perceived as Men of Honor. But when dealing with a certain threat they used force and violence as if it was their last resort. Invading the Bratva hideout in the dark, armed to their teeth with guns and knives; a united group that could count on each other. It was always better to have a backup, but still have the freedom to fight as they wished, even if it meant dying.
They were ready. Having gathered all the weapons, they drove to the building situated on the outskirts of Las Vegas. It had been permanently closed which added to its safety. Figuring out why the Russians had chosen it as their hideout wasn’t hard. There were no unwanted witnesses; no one would think of coming anywhere close.
The plan was rather simple. They were to separate into two groups. Noah and Flavio were taking charge, as usual, attacking from different sides. Among them were Nicodemo, Cristian and Drew who along with Elio were under Noah’s command, while two of Flavio’s contract killers and three of Coluccio Guerra’s men would be charging through the back entrance by the Underboss’ side. Meanwhile, Isaac was to stay back in the car with a laptop in case something unexpected popped up. Noah had decided to only take the best soldiers even though it meant not outnumbering the Bratva. Still, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be able to kill them all the same.
The Capo didn’t trust any others to actually get the job done right. Especially since there was a possibility of finding Lynette inside, and he couldn’t make it public knowledge that it was partially the reason for attacking. The Made Men believed that it was because of his encounter with a few Bratva soldiers. It was to stay that way until it became completely necessary to reveal the real reasoning behind it all.
Flavio looked at his older brother again, seeking any kind of hesitation. There was none.
He felt that things could go badly, having Elio and Drew in on the invasion. The first one couldn’t be fully trusted yet having just joined the main structure of the Famigliaand also coming out of the crooked family, while the latter was a flight risk. It was Drew’s first action, and it wasn’t an easy one either. Noah clearly had more faith in the man’s newly gained skills. The only advantage he had above other Made Men was his priority of saving Lynette.
The Capowas going to lead his part of the crew through the main entrance, after having one of Flavio’s killers take down a sniper on the rooftop beforehand. Then he would enter together with Nicodemo, Drew, Elio and Cristian and separate once they were inside. Noah had to be the one to take on the basement since Lynette was more likely to be there, and he was to be followed by Drew.
They went on to get into positions, waiting for the signal to attack. However, it was taking longer than supposed to. Noah should have been inside already, yet they hadn’t heard a word from either Flavio or his people.
"Should I go check on them, boss?" asked Elio, feeling the tension that was slowly mounting.
Noah was on the verge of agreeing to change things up, but at that moment they saw Flavio advancing to them, gun lowered. "Get inside the building," he said.
His face was of frozen anger, even though he was fighting to bring out the emotionless mask. It was rather surprising that he didn’t feel like having his weapon drawn out. He walked towards the door of the station and pushed it open. Noah followed him, keeping his guard just in case he had misread his brother’s actions.
Stepping into the old building was like stepping into a pit. The air inside was different. An unbearable smell of something rotten invaded their nostrils almost immediately. The inside was lit with backup reflectors all over the place. It was empty, but for a few obsolete pieces of rusted factory equipment. Noah moved further into the main area and what he saw was like the restaurant killing-spree all over again.
The bodies of the dead Russians covered the floor, dried blood coating most of it. It was obvious without coming closer that it hadalready been a while since their death, as the familiar odor had already spread a little, mixing with something poisonous that had been hanging in the air. These were barbaric murders, however, the men still had their heads. Unlike the people from the Japanese restaurant. It still didn’t make much difference since their throats had been slashed, faces cut and their arms appeared almost ripped out of their bodies if not for the muscles keeping them attached.
"My man spotted it as he went to kill the sniper. He was already dead as well," said Flavio.
A few minutes later the other soldiers went into the room in the basement.
"The girls are not here, not even their bodies." said one of them.
Drew shrugged. "Maybe they escaped, or were let go," he suggested.
"Right, because whoever did this had the mercy to let the women go. Sure," mocked Flavio, turning one of the Russians’ faces towards the light to examine his wounds.
They didn’t even get the chance to live long enough to ask anyone’s help. Not that the Famigliasoldiers would have done anything in order to save their lives. However, even though whoever had done this had helped them get the job done, it was a scary feeling that they had meddled in
