The only family vixen has ever known are the Santiago's. These are the only people she would die for, and be herself around.
Now if someone were to mess with that, she will bring them hell. To her, they are the only ones that matter.
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The Bratva.
The fucking Bratva.
"What the hell are they doing here?!" I whisper-shouted, jerking my head in Leonardo's direction.
The Russians, the goddamn Bratva, had no business being on American Mafia territory.
He shrugged, clutching his gun.
Harley groaned, "Guys, I think I'm about to hurl." She gagged.
Not now. This can't happen right now.
"Think about flowers or something," I said, dismissing her. I was too busy trying to find a way for us to get out of here. Alive. "You seem to be familiar with this club. How the fuck do we get out of here?"
Leonardo scanned the club. His eyes landed on the room that I'd found Harley in, "The V.I.P room. There's an exit door that leads to the back alley. If we can make it to that room, we can get out of here."
I looked down at Harley, "Can you follow Leonardo to the back room? Without making a sound?"
"I don't know, Vi. I really shouldn't have snorted that—"
"Stop talking. I don't even want to know." I cut her off, pinching the bridge of my nose.
Rule #1 - Never mix drugs and alcohol.
"You're going to have to pull yourself together, Harley. There's three of us and nine of them. Our odds aren't great," I informed her. "Follow Leonardo to the back room. He'll take you out the back. When you're outside and safe, call Rhys. Tell him to send the team."
Harley's eyebrows furrowed, "What about you? I'm not leaving you in here with these psychopaths, Vi."
I shook my head, "Don't worry about me. I'll create a distraction while you guys sneak out," I reassured her. I wasn't sure how fool-proof my plan was, but the only thing I truly cared about was Harley's safety. "I'm going to need your gun."
Harley was reluctant, but she reached into her holster and handed me her pistol.
I took the gun and readied my own, "If anything happens to my sister, I swear I'll cut off your balls and tape them to your forehead." I hissed at Leonardo. He just rolled his eyes.
