Ruslan’s POV
The building that held Slade and Atina was nothing but twisted metal and smoke now.
Standing several meters away from the building, I pushed my hands into my pockets, the wind tugging at the edges of my collar as flames licked the sky.
The warehouse glowed like the mouth of hell, orange and angry. Behind me, Nico and the rest of my men stood still, waiting for orders but there was none left to give.
"Let it all go down," I said and so it did.
The homeward ride was silent but I wasn’t ready to return to the clan just yet.
My thoughts had been spiraling again. Ivana and the children have to be my priority now, Benny has to wait until I fix all this.
From the walkie talkie, Nico asked, “Heading somewhere boss?"
“Yeah." I gave a one worded response, turning the wheel as I headed North.
It had been months since I visited the villa, my father’s self imposed exile. It was a private sanctuary carved into the hillside, where the echoes of his past couldn’t touch him or so he
