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PROLOGUE

The house was in utter disarray, with the doors hanging on their hinges, the floors scattered with blood and soot, the walls torn to pieces, priceless paintings broken, vases shattered

Nestor walked through the rubbish, his face blank, thearound as they carried weapons in their tense fingers Slowly, the group advanced, walking through the hallways, practically hear

ing the cries for help

It was over The fight was over, but the blood splatter told the story of a vicious battle War had been waged, and someone would pay the price They moved to the kitchen, where the walls had been blown apart, where it was impossible to tell the blood from the ash

Nestor stopped His men were silent Maybe it was seconds, and maybe time didn’t matter But finally he looked up, his eyes filled with hatred, his body tre

“Find out who is responsible for this,” he said, his voice cold “They will pay”

Those were the last words spoken in this broken house Revenge would come swift and with purpose People would die

CHAPTER ONE

ONE DAY EARLIER

His adrenaline pu watched as the final pieces went into place in the huge house he was using as a front to draw in the heavy players in this drug cartel There was one person he was after in particular—Anton Pavlov He was the worst of the worst in this twisted fa killed hundreds of people with his own hands and thousands of others through his command

But he couldn’t just go after Anton He had to take down the entire gang If he didn’t, there would be loose ends—there would be too e When this was over, Ace wanted it to be absolutely over He wanted to be able to go hoer

When he had walked away fro of his father’s will, when the oldtheir inheritances, he’d been angry Over tier had faded, but then he’d stuht he’d found the right path in life It had been the right thing for him for many years

Noas so hard from the outside in that he wasn’t sure his faedies that had plagued his brothers had sent a yearning through hier The sooner this case closed, the quicker he would be able to go home and make sure his loved ones were still okay

“We’ve finished setting up, Mr S Ace out of his reverie He’d gone by the naan He didn’t hesitate at all when the man spoke to him

“Very good, Emanuel Thank you for the hard work,” Ace told him

The h the house Everything was in perfect order The lights, decorations, and food were good enough to host the president of the United States That’s what it had taken to lead Anton, and his colleague Nixon, to Ace

Hidden cameras covered every inch of the place, and Ace had three concealed weapons on hients who had orders to protect the operation at all costs They wanted this documented, and they wanted to make sure no stone went unturned