Todos os capítulos de Blood And Vows : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Mikhail The abandoned warehouse on the east side of Moscow smelled like rust and decay. And it was perfect for a trap. I crouched behind a stack of old shipping containers with my rifle ready, watching the entrance through my scope. Liliana was with Dmitri. Viktor and his men covered the other exits. We have been waiting for six hours. My legs were cramping, my back ached, and my eyes burned from staring through the scope. But I didn't move. I couldn't move. This was our only chance. But will Lucian Winters, a man too calculating fall into the trap? I left that to luck. "Movement at the north entrance," Dmitri's voice crackled through my earpiece. "Three vehicles. Black SUVs." My heart started pounding. "How many men?" "I count twelve. All armed in professional formation." He replied. I adjusted my scope, finding the lead vehicle. Through the tinted windows, I could barely make out their shapes. But one of them had to be Lucian Winters. "Wait for my signal," I whispered

MikhailGorky Park at 7:30 PM looked like a normal evening scene. Families were walking their dogs, couples were holding hands, joggers were running past the fountain. But I knew better. Under the surface, danger was lurking everywhere.I sat on a bench fifty meters from the target location, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. A newspaper was spread across my lap, but my eyes were constantly scanning the area. Dmitri was positioned near the pond, pretending to feed ducks.And Liliana... I had wanted to leave her at the motel, but she refused. She was now at a nearby café, sipping coffee and watching through the window.“Any movement?” I whispered into my earpiece.“Nothing suspicious yet,” Dmitri replied. “But there's definitely someone watching the bench.”“Where?”“Man in a gray coat by the newspaper stand. He's been there for twenty minutes, and hasn't bought anything.” He replied.I casually looked in that direction. The man was average height, maybe forty years old, with dark

MikhailThe abandoned factory on the outskirts of Moscow looked like something from a horror movie. Broken windows, rusted metal, and shadows that seemed to move on their own. The air smelled dangerous. But it was perfect for what we needed to do."Are you sure she'll come?" Dmitri asked, adjusting his earpiece."She'll come," I said, watching the entrance through binoculars. "Anastasia can't resist the chance to finish what she started."We'd spent the last three hours setting up our trap. Instead of going to the warehouse like she expected, we'd leaked information that I was hiding at this old factory. We made it look sloppy, and desperate. Like we were running out of options.Which wasn't entirely a lie."There's movement at the north entrance," Viktor reported from his position on the second floor. "Three black SUVs.""How many men?" I whispered into my mic."Looks like twelve. Maybe fifteen.""And Anastasia?""She's in the second vehicle. I can see her through the windshield."My

MikhailSomething was wrong. I'd been staring at the ceiling for the past two hours, unable to sleep. Every instinct I'd developed over the years was screaming at me, but I couldn't pinpoint why.Liliana was curled up beside me, finally resting after everything we'd been through. Viktor and Dmitri were taking shifts on watch. Anastasia had fallen asleep in the chair by the window, looking fragile and exhausted.But my mind kept replaying the conversation from earlier. Something about Anastasia's story didn't add up.I slipped out of bed quietly and moved to the small table where I'd spread out everything we knew. Documents, photos, timelines. I'd been trying to piece together the Architect's plan, but there were too many holes."Can't sleep either?" Anastasia's faint voice came through.I turned to find her awake, watching me with those same caring eyes I'd known my whole life."Just thinking," I said."About Vlad?" She asked."Among other things." I studied her face in the dim light

MikhailI could feel something was off about Liliana. She'd been quiet all morning, lost in thought with worry lines creasing her forehead. Every time I tried to catch her eye, she'd look away or find something else to focus on."Are you sure you're okay?" I asked as she paced by the window for the third time in ten minutes."I'm fine," she said, but her voice was strained. "Just nervous about the plan."I could understand that. Hell, I was nervous too. But this felt different. This felt like she was keeping something from me.Anastasia had stepped out to make her call to Vlad, claiming she needed privacy to make it convincing. Viktor and Dmitri were doing a perimeter check, leaving Liliana and I alone for the first time since this morning."Talk to me," I said, crossing the room to where she stood. "What's really going on?"She turned to face me, and I saw something in her eyes that made my chest tighten. Fear, yes, but also guilt. Like she was carrying the weight of something she d