Chapter 110

(Dimitri's POV)

The blond one splits off at once, skirting the wreckage of the Molotov cocktail and heading through a side door. The bouncer heads straight for the main door, only to catch a bullet in the shoulder the second he walks through.

"Cazzo!" the Butcher hisses.

(Shit!)

He jumps behind me, in case the shooter is about to come through the door. But as we wait, no one walks through. And I know Zajac is torn, on the one hand, he doesn't want to leave me here alone.

On the other, he's now unprotected himself. He has no idea how many people are storming the warehouse. He doesn't want to be caught in here if it's my men who come barging through the door.

As the seconds tick by, we hear the confusing sounds of shouting, running, and something else smashing, but it's impossible to tell what's going on. The Molotov is still burning, in fact, the flames are spreading across the cement floor somehow. Perhaps the paint is burning. It creates clouds of acrid black smoke that make us swe