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I stopped outside the warehouse where the attack must have happened, parking my sleek black Pagani Huayra before exiting. The folder was in my hands, showcasing my brother's findings. The bullets had, as expected, been custom made to match the Bratva's known preferred weapon. Everything was lining up too well, showcasing what we had already suspected. Someone wanted us to be mad, to retaliate in a ruthless manner.
And we would have were it not for the events surrounding my disappearance...and the mercenaries hired to stop Rhoan from bringing me home. Something just isn't adding up...
The place was deserted with the tell tale yellow crime scene tape still securely around the whole building. I sighed as I took it all in. This is where it had all gone to hell. The last place my Fathe
