17

Rai Screams fill the air. Soon after, an influx of different languages mix and rise in volume until almost none of them are intelligible. Women squeal as leaders bark orders at their guards. Guns rise high in the air, and the sound of outside gunshots gets everyone’s attention. It takes a second for the rest of the Vory and me to realize who could be behind this. The Irish. Everyone is taking refuge, including the crime family leaders and their companions. Kyle is dragging me toward where the priest has disappeared to. I twist my hand free from his, lift my dress, and run in the direction of Sergei and Anastasia. There’s no way in hell I’m leaving my family to die while I save my own neck. Ruslan and Katia are by my side in a second, their expressions alert and their guns in hand. I find Granduncle covering Anastasia while Igor, Mikhail, and Kirill surround them in a circle, their guns held taut in their arms. They at least have the loyalty to protect the boss. Damien is running straig