Chapter 38
stepping into the dim light of the shipyard was a man ryan never thought he would see again. it was the head of the russian syndicate, antonov, flanked by a dozen heavily armed men. "bravo, ryan," antonov sneered, his thick accent cutting through the rain. "you did my dirty work for me. victor was becoming a liability." antonov's men raised their weapons, aiming at both ryan and victor. "now, i eliminate the last two kings of new york, and the city is mine." victor looked up at ryan, a twisted realization dawning in his eyes. they had both been played. but ryan just smiled—a cold, terrifying smile that made antonov's confidence waver. "you really think i spent five years hunting this rat without learning who held his leash?" ryan asked softly. suddenly, the blinding floodlights of the shipyard snapped on, illuminating the docks. antonov's men gasped as red laser sights painted their chests from every direction. silas hadn't just brought a small crew; he had brought the entire united alliance of the five families. "i didn't come here just to kill victor," ryan said, stepping back. "i came to bury all of you."
