Page 17 of Bratva New Orleans
“Well that sucked,” Pride complained.“No firefight?No fist to fist?What is the matter with these guys?”
Rage, Pride’s Enforcer, agreed, “What a letdown.”
“Maybe they are not loyal enough to their leader to fight,” Sergi suggested.
“Like she isn’t worth dying for, ya mean.”Pride nodded.
Candyman scoffed.“They probably knew about her plans to dump them all.”
Viktor listened on his earbuds for updates.“It seems only a few fought back and they died.Then the rest tucked their tails and cried like babies as they gave up.”
“What bunch of fucking pussies,” Pride muttered then he blinked at the screen and asked, “So, where are your men?”
All the prisoners were already gone as well as any sign of the Enforcers.
“They beat their old record it seems,” Sergi stated with a grin.“Five in, three out.”
After a few more minutes, the monitor showed two large men hauling out something very odd from the mansion.
“What on earth is that?”Pride asked as he puzzled over the image.
“Zoom in, Kosta,” Sergi ordered.
Kosta nodded and did so.
The monitor showed the object closer then it enlarged.
“It is LaDonna,” Serenity confirmed.“It matches her ID anyway.”
“Boss, we have a problem,” Matvey said into his mic as he and Andrey carried the person they captured to a van.
“I see that,” Vicktor replied over his mic as he looked troubled.
“Wait a fucking minute!”Pride exclaimed.“Is she...?”His voice fell away to utter shock.
They couldn’t believe what they all saw.The woman who had fooled the Bratva and blackmailed all the crime organizations in New Orleans while making millions...was bound to a wheelchair.
