Semua Bab Dance with the Devil: Bab 51 - Bab 60

They sped through the city streets, the tension in the air palpable. Dmitry could feel Pavel's eyes boring into the side of his head, his breath hot against his ear. He didn't trust the man for a second, but he knew he had to find out what he knew. The driver navigated through a series of twisting back alleys until they arrived at a nondescript building in a run-down part of town. Once inside, they dragged Pavel up to the third floor and down a long, dimly lit hallway. They threw him into a cramped, windowless room with nothing but a rickety wooden chair and a table in the centre. "Sit," Dmitry ordered, gesturing to the chair. Pavel did as he was told, his hands still bound tightly behind his back. Dmitry and his men left the room, closing the door behind them. They stationed themselves outside, waiting for any sign of trouble. It didn't take long for Dmitry to hear muffled sobbing coming from the other side of the door. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms

Meanwhile, in a dank basement across town, Abeni jerked awake at the sound of a door creaking open. Her heart stuttered in her chest as a tall, bulky figure stepped into the low light, a familiar silhouette that made her blood run cold. "D-Dad?" she rasped out through her gag. "Is that you?" Mr. Oni stepped closer, his eyes glittering with a mixture of satisfaction and regret. "Hello, Abeni. I'm so sorry it had to come to this." Abeni's eyes widened in a mixture of fear and confusion. What was her father talking about? Why had he taken her? "You see, your fancy man Dmitry and I have some...unfinished business to settle," Mr. Oni continued, almost casually. "I figured the best way to get his attention would be by taking his precious girlfriend hostage." Tears sprang to Abeni's eyes as the weight of her father's words hit her. He had betrayed her, used her to get to Dmitry for some twisted revenge scheme. The man she had longed to reconnect with

Dmitry's hands shook as he read over the anonymous message again, his mind racing with possibilities. An unknown source had provided potential coordinates of where Abeni might be held - deep in the abandoned trainyard on the outskirts of the city. It was a long shot...but at this point, he was desperate enough to try anything. "Sir, are you sure about this?" Sergei asked hesitantly as the team geared up. "For all we know, it could be a trap set by the Morozovs." Dmitry clenched his jaw, shoving the note into his pocket. "I don't have a choice, my friend. This is the first real lead we've gotten on Abeni's whereabouts. I have to follow it." He turned to address the rest of his men assembled in the warehouse they were using as a makeshift base. "Listen up! We have a possible location on where Abeni is being held. Abandoned trainyard on the west side - sector 12B. It's likely heavily guarded, so I need you all ready to breach and clear on my signal." A c

Back at the safe house, an uneasy silence had fallen over the assembled group as they scrutinized the evidence board. Olga stood with her arms crossed, a pensive frown creasing her brow. "Something still isn't adding up," she mused aloud. "Even with this location as a potential target, we're grasping at straws without more solid intel on who's keeping Abeni and why." Dmitry's jaw tightened, but before he could respond a sharp rap at the door made everyone tense. Sergei immediately raised his rifle as Dmitry gestured for the others to stay back, inching closer to the entrance. "Who is it?" he called out gruffly. "It's Boris, sir," came the muffled reply through the door. "I have something you'll want to see." Exchanging a wary glance with Sergei, Dmitry cracked open the door just wide enough for Boris to slip through before immediately slamming it shut again, securing the locks. The burly man stood before them, clutching a padded manila envelop

Just then, a blur of movement in his peripheral vision made his head whip around. One of the upper level windows shattered as a lithe figure came hurtling through, twin blades flashing in each hand. A gun barked - once, twice - and the two Morozov grunts flanking Grigory crumpled to the ground like rag dolls as the mysterious woman landed in a crouch. Grigory stumbled back, shoving Abeni aside as he raised his revolver. But the woman was impossibly fast, a mere shadow as she spun and lashed out with blinding speed. One dagger flew from her grasp to bury itself in Grigory's gun hand, causing him to bellow in rage and agony. The other flashed in a deadly arc, slicing across the tendons of his wrist and sending the revolver clattering uselessly to the ground. In the blink of an eye, she scooped up the discarded weapon and leveled it squarely at the older man's forehead, her full lips curled in a predatory smile. "I don't think so, Kuznetsov," she