Second Assault — Bond And Treason — novel Chapter 13

Monday, April 8th. Magnus Mansion parking lot, 11:25 a.m.

ALEXEI

—I told you no, Yaakov. I'll go alone.

I open the door of my GMC Sierra and slide into the driver's seat. Before I can get going, my cousin holds the door, preventing me from closing it. I sigh in frustration and turn my face around so I can see him.

—Now what? — I grunt, already quite annoyed and upset.

—And you're still asking me? — grumbling —. You can't go out on your own, Magnus. It's dangerous, I don't have to remind you.

—I don't care, I'm leaving. It's only for a couple of hours.

—It can be three fucking days if you want, but it's still dangerous. Besides, how do you expect me to do my job if you refuse to tell me where you're going?— running a hand through his short hair, frustrated —. Didn't we already establish the basis of our trust, Magnus?

—This has nothing to do with me not trusting you, Yaak — I'll clarify a little more calmly —. But... I have to do this alone. Okay?— He's silent for a moment, averting his eyes and trying to analyze the situation. Since the last time I saw Reiji and almost left him dead, it's been Yaakov and Fredek who have been dealing with him.

They haven't let me get close, which I appreciate, because if I ever get my hands on him, I'm not sure he'll live to tell about it. And the worst part is that he hasn't said anything. Not a damn thing that could point in the direction I need to go to find Xander. So, once again, I'm lost and I don't know what to do.

My first option was to go straight to Dimitri Zhukovski, loaded with enough men and guns, and blow his ass up. But after a meeting with The Gang, everyone agreed that we had to wait. Unfortunately for me, his power is now almost as great as mine and something could happen to Xander before I'm able to rescue him. So, no, that wasn't the best option.

But just the thought of him having the claws on my partner makes me look red with anger and want to rip his throat out with nothing but my bare hands. I don't want to waste any more time, but until we come up with something smarter and a more reasonable course of action, my hands are tied.

—Okay — Nods, looking defeated —. Just... Promise me you won't go after him, Magnus — reconnect his gaze with mine —. I can't imagine what you're feeling. If something happens to Lev... — his voice fades, but he recovers quickly —. Stay away, brother. Give us a little more time to figure out what to do — I'm watching him and I couldn't be more grateful to have him with me at this time when I need him most.

But this... I must do this alone.

—Okay — I'll concede quietly.

—Oh, no. No bullshit— he warns me, pointing an accusing finger at me —. I know very well how faithful you are to your word. So promise, now.

—I promise.

—And you'll call me if you need me. Without hesitation.

—All right... — I interrupt myself when I see his annoyed face —. I promise.

—Good— he releases the door and steps aside, adjusting his vest —. I'm giving you exactly three hours, not a minute more, not a minute less. So you better get your ass back here before that time limit runs out.

—Yeah, yeah — I say, pretending to be upset. I close the door and start the truck. I press the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turn pale, but I still push the accelerator and start driving.

Twelve years... Twelve years without visiting that place. As I get closer, the knot in my throat becomes more and more suffocating. I never imagined I'd find myself in this situation. I never planned for Xander to pay the price for my actions.

And now I'm desperate. Incredibly powerless about knowing who his captor is and not being able to do a damn thing to help him. A few minutes into the drive, I spot in the distance the announcement that tells me how close I am to my destination. "Levashovo Memorial Cemetery."

A chill runs down my spine the moment I park the van in the parking lot. A small drop of sweat slips down my front and I brusquely push it away with the back of my hand. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to get the courage I feel I am lacking at this moment. So I go out. The soft morning breeze accompanies me and blows my hair with a reassuring caress. The sun is shining at the top, but still the place seems gloomy and desolate.

I take a quick look around and there is only a small family of three sitting and praying in front of one of the graves. I look away quickly and start walking. Twelve years .. And I still remember the place as if it were yesterday. I know exactly where I must go and how many steps I must take to get there. Fredek comes once a month, although recent events have made it impossible for him to leave The Mansion.

I, on the other hand... Never gathered courage. It is exactly fifty-four steps, until I am there, in front of Yurik's grave, the only man who ever cared for giving me and my little brother that love and protection that our real father never had the desire to offer.

The one who taught me everything I know, the one who provided me with a new reason to continue living, the one who transformed me into the leader I am now. My father, my mentor, my guide. I stare at the words carved on the dark granite tablet, just below a small embedded photo of him, for a long time.

"Yurik Ivanov.

July 10, 1961 - December 15, 2018.

Dear Father and Husband.