CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

ALEXEI

We spent a whole day at the hospital before we could leave, making sure Viktor was on the mend. The guy insisted on recovering at home, so we all headed out together.

But Viktor made it clear: no revenge on Mikhail until he was back in fighting shape. So, we waited it out for a week. Today was the day we'd been gearing up for – the day we'd take Mikhail down. 

Anastasia, always up for a good takedown, sent some of her men to help out.

In my office, going over the final plans, Pavel was with us. I'd been a bit too soft on him, so now he had no choice but to spill the beans.

"I really don't know a way in," he whined, trying to play innocent.

The tension in the room was suffocating, and Pavel's act of ignorance grated on my last nerve. We were on the brink of taking down Mikhail, and his cooperation was non-negotiable.

"Pavel, you knew about the secret entrance, so don't play games with me," I growled,