It was a usual night before the first shot shattered it.

Black SUVs zoomed into the arena like shadows hunting prey. When they stopped, the men stepped out. Armed. Disciplined. Moving in formation.

They all stood still, waiting in silence as the boss stepped out of the car.

Volkov krov.

The man the world called danger.

A tall, lean figure in a black suit that swallowed the moonlight. His expression was unreadable, his calm too sharp to be human. He walked to the center of the ...