Chapter Forty Five Dragna
Chapter Forty Five
Dragna
“They’ve been here for an hour. We have no idea what we are walking into so when we go in, be vigilant.
I want this done quickly and quietly. We get the girls and we get out.
Whoever spots the them first, move to them and make sure they are safe.
We don’t want any mess or a war right now, not when the girls could get hurt.
The Irish have some authority over the club, but they don’t own it.
They won’t risk causing trouble for the Triads in this side of town so we have to be swift and assertive.
Lev and Anton will come in five minutes behind Ivan and I, Mikhail you will lead the other team to block off the alley.
Nobody else gets in from here on out and nobody gets out before we come out with the girls. ”
Everyone nods in agreement to the plan we have went over countless times on our way here.
The club is owned by the Triads, however with them having deals with the Irish, they allow them to come and go as they please and use it when needs be for whatever they want, but there is a limit and after a meeting with them once we saw where the girls were, they allowed us access to clean up the mess the Irish have made.
Once we have the girls out and everyone is safe back at our house here in Boston, we’ll deal with Tommy. I just need Willow to be safe, to have her in front of me and know she is back under my protection and care.
Lev and Anton hide their guns in their waistbands as Ivan, Mikhail and our other men begin loading their weapons up, ready for any potential outcome.
My gun has been loaded since we landed in Boston.
I’ve been ready to get Willow back since Lev took her home that night, but after knowing now that it’s been Tommy and the rest of his men who are either the ones behind stalking Willow, fuck I have wanted nothing but their blood spilt all over the city and I’ll make sure that fucking happens.
“Let’s go.” I say as I open the door to the blacked out van, Ivan following behind me.
It’s pitch black outside, only the moonlight in the clear sky guiding us.
We walk round the corner and down the alley as Mikhail drives the van to block off the street. We reach the door and Ivan knocks, within ten seconds the door opens and we’re allowed in with no questions asked.
I suddenly feel nervous. It’s a foreign feeling for me so the quicker we get to Willow the better.
We follow the stairs the whole way underground before we come to the main floor of the club. At this point, Lev and Anton should be approaching the front door and be right behind us.
The music is fast and deep, the bass shaking the floor and walls around us. With lighting minimal and bodies everywhere I scan what we can see of the room quickly and feel my anger bubbling when I can’t spot Willow, the girls or even Tommy anywhere.
“They should only be another minute.” Ivan says as he stands close beside me checking his watch.
“Follow me.” I respond as I make my way into the crowd and Ivan follows behind me, both of us scanning our surroundings.
We come up to a few booths lining one side of the club and my stomach immediately turns when I look closer into one of them.
I see a group of men with a girl who looks like she would rather be anywhere but here.
She meets my gaze and all I see is fear.
She looks young too, maybe only just eighteen or nineteen years old.
Fuck, I’m going to have to come back to get her on the way out too.
Fuck what I said about not spilling blood inside this club, if Willow is in any way being harmed or forced into anything I will slit their throats before they even know what’s happened and I will happily pay the Triads whatever they want in damages.
We continue walking down past the booths and I make a mental note to return to that particular one on the way out to get the girl out of here with us.
Suddenly I hear loud and boisterous laughter coming from a booth at the very back.
So loud that I can make out exactly where it’s coming from over the music.
Ivan hears it too because he steps up beside me, both our steps becoming quicker as we follow the sound.
Suddenly a tap on my shoulder has me stopping and reaching for my gun, but when I turn around I see it’s Lev and Anton who have caught up to us.
“The back.” I say to them and nod in the direction of the laughter and now very apparent Irish accents.
Lev looks murderous. God help everyone in here if these girls are harmed in any way because at this stage, I’m not stepping in to stop his lack of control, I’m fucking joining him in the massacre.
The four of us walk towards the booth and when the people dancing begin to fade to just a few people, we have a clear view of the booth, the men, the girls and Willow.
It takes us seconds to reach the table, walking up smoothly before the four of us stand like an un-breakable wall blocking everyone in.
Willow is being held on some filthy fuckers lap, Finn has Alina pulled back onto him and the other girls are spread out between a few other men.
Willow looks up slowly, not realising it’s us who’s standing in front of them all but when her eyes meet mine, she makes no move to get up knowing it will draw attention and instead she mouths two words to me.
“Help us.”
With just those words and the tears in her eyes, all my emotional control crumbles.