Chapter 68 Dimitri
DIMITRI
Pulling up to the warehouse felt like approaching the gates of hell.
It loomed before us, shrouded in darkness.
Twenty-five years had passed since Rustik brought me here, but I’d visited so frequently in my nightmares it felt like I’d never left.
It didn’t matter how many fights I’d won or people I’d killed in the years since—I was suddenly transformed into that helpless ten-year-old boy.
Sergey parked, and the rest of our team signaled they were in position.
While we waited for Aleksei to confirm the Souleater’s location, my mind drifted to Sienna.
Every cell in my body protested the distance between my wife and me.
After this, I didn’t intend to allow her to be in a different room from me.
If needed, I would start trailing her everywhere around the house like Vovk.
Aleksei’s voice crackled on the handheld radio. “The thermal imaging drone shows the warehouse is empty except for one person’s heat signature in the back room.”
“Get in position,” I responded.
Four men prowled towards the front entrance to stop the Souleater if he tried to escape, while the rest of us crept through the field to the back. This time, there was no crunch of snow under my feet, no bitter wind cutting through me.
This night would end with my victory.
The back of the warehouse only had one door and we surrounded it, guns drawn.
With a deep breath, I shot the door handle.
It swung open on rusty hinges. I darted inside first. I had memorized this path from the blueprints Aleksei had pulled, so my steps were sure as I sprinted down a narrow hall until I skidded to a stop outside his room.
I shot the handle without hesitation. Sergey kicked the door open.