Rory's POV
I took a deep breath as I looked at the file that my older brother, Asher gave us. I would be lying if I said that I was not looking forward to taking down the bastard that had betrayed our family eight years ago.
Terrell Cormac made it clear when he deserted my brothers and me that he was a traitor that only looked for money. Not that I could blame anyone that wanted to make a decent living but when this prick had been in our family's organization all this time I felt a sense of anger and disgust.
"So we found that Terrell is now working for the Slavic. One, in particular, is Jegor. He has been doing dealings that none of us can allow." Asher said as he leaned back in his chair.
We were all looking over the information that we were given but I could see the giddiness in Colin's eyes. It was like looking in a mirror with my twin. Even though were several minutes apart he was like me in so many ways. The desire to see our enemies burned. The need to share almost everything.
"So when do we take this fucker out," Colin said with a smile. He flung the folder on the desk and started to walk towards the door.
"It's not that simple your trigger-happy rabbit," Noah said as he kept looking at the folder. Noah made sure that we saw all the angles. That nothing was left out especially if it could prevent us from getting a bullet.
"Colin is correct," Asher said as he passed a new document that made Colin and I's eyebrows quirk up.
"Who the fuck is Christopher Young," I said looking over the one-page file.
"Not much is known about the prick except he works under the Slavick for Jegor Volkov. He is good at what he does and he is an asset if I have ever seen one." Asher said gathering his hands together.
"So what does Mr. Young do exactly," Colin asked. I could tell my twin was getting bored.
"He is a hacker and one of the best." Asher continued. "So we are to infiltrate and wipe out all of Jegor's operation. If you see Terrell put one in between his eyes. Or better yet make him suffer for his betrayal," my brother growled as he stood up.
I smiled at the thought of fucking up the man that caused so much chaos in our organization. We had been in control of the majority of Baltimore since coming to America. We held half of the city in the palm of our hands and had nothing to worry about. Even our contacts overseas could count on us to get the job done. That was until Terrell screwed us.
"So I am guessing we offer this Christoper a better job in our operation," I said looking at the document.
"So how are we supposed to know who the fucker is," Colin huffed.
"Easy find the only asshole that is behind the computers," Noah laughed as we left out of Asher's off and began to suit up.
Christopher's POV
I let out another frustrated sigh as I pulled my dreads into a messy bun. I could not remember how long I had been awake trying to get through the bullshit list that Jegor had given me. However, I was almost finished when they walked in.
He leaned over my shoulder and tried to understand the codes that was running on my three screens.
"So how is it going, Chris," Terrell asked me. I could not understand why. I made it a habit not to acknowledge the fucker after he hit me. I ran my tongue on the inside of my mouth still feeling the cut that was trying to heal.
"Jegor I am almost finished I just have one more protocol to look over," I said not moving my eyes from the screen. I gritted my teeth trying to keep my composure when he took my hair out of the hair tie. He ran his greasy hands through my hair and gently pulled my head back to look at him. His eyes were glaring down at me with that look. The look of need. I gulp as I held my breath.
"dobrá práca môj maznáčik," I had heard those words enough to know that he was poor of me but my disgust was pushing the bile in my throat. I swallowed hard before giving him a smile.
"Anything for you sir," I said as he removed his hands from my neck. I saw Terrell looking at me in the corner of my eye.
Before he could utter a sound I heard what sounded like an explosion. I quickly jolted up to grab my screens from dropping however when I saw the door kick in and a flash bomb fall in between us I knew that I had to hide.
"Get up to fuckers," I could hear Jegor shout but his voice was cut short with a sharp sound that rang out. I slid under my desk and gathered my body to not be seen. I covered my ears but kept my eyes open to the carnage that was unfolding.
The floor was vibrating with the destruction around me. All of a sudden I felt someone yank me from underneath the desk and pull me up. I looked into the eyes of a frantic Terrell. As I tried to move away from him he waved his gun close enough in my vicinity.
"Don't," he coughed. I could see that he had been shot in the shoulder. When he tried to pull me closer again I took the heel of my boot and slammed it into his foot. Without giving him time to recover I pressed the fresh wound with my thumb to get away.
I stopped when I was face to face with four armor-cladded men. I rose both hands in the air and went to my knees. I saw Terrell try to recover only to have one of the men slam their fist into his Adam's apple and put a bullet through his eye.
"Holy shit," I whispered as I looked at the statues in front of me.
One of them removed their face mask. I saw a scruffy red beard and glaring emerald color eyes.
"Oh for fuck sake, its a lass." his accent gave me chills. The other that was standing at the same height as he removed his helmet and I saw a full head of chestnut hair and hazel eyes. He looked over at the first man.
"Which one of you fuckers shot Young," he asked turning to his accomplices. The remaining two took off their face mask and I saw twins. Dark-haired locks and no facial hair with blue eyes.
"Hey, I only killed the ones coming for us," one of the twins stated. The other just kept his eyes and gun aimed at me.
What did they say, Young? I kept my hands up but I cleared my throat to get everyone's attention that was not on me. "Who are you looking for," I asked.
The leader with emerald eyes glared at me and grabbed the front of my collared shirt. "We are looking for a hacker by the name of Christopher Young," he said to me. I could see his mouth turn to snarl at me.
"We should just kill Jegor's little whore and be done with it," the twin that kept his eyes on me stated.
"I don't think that would be wise," I said straightening my back. I lowered my hands and smirked.
"And why is that lass," the leader said.
"Because I am Christopher Young," I said with a grin.
The look on their eyes almost made me laugh if they did not have military-grade weaponry and weapons in their hands.
"No fucking way," the hazel eye man said. I saw the twins burst into laughter. Before the leader holding me in midair silenced everyone.
"There is no way that you are Jegor's prized hacker." He glared at me.
"I am and I guess you were not suspecting me," I said looking from one man to the next. God, they were gorgeous.
"I didn't expect a lass that is for sure," he said bluntly.
"Yeah well neither were my parents," I retorted. That earned barely a smile from him. "So who may I ask just made me unemployed."
"The Cathal Brothers," he said. My eyes grew large. Standing in front of me was the most dangerous mafia brothers in Maryland. I was dead if I said anything else stupid. "And we were looking to acquire your services," he said.
I clamped my legs closed at the thought of the services I could give the four men in front of me. I shook my head and asked, "What do you need of me?"
"You are an experienced hacker. Prove that you deserve to live and we will employ you."
"And if I don't," I said challenging the man that had pulled me to meet his gaze. I was so close that I could taste the cinnamon on his breath.
"Then I will put an end to your miserable life, banphrionsa."