The jet hummed softly as it cut through the night sky, carrying Dominic and Alyssa toward their next battlefield Geneva.
Dominic leaned against the leather seat, absently swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His mind was a battlefield of its own, torn between the mission ahead and the woman sitting across from him.
Alyssa Carter was still processing what she'd revealed to him earlier that Petrov was the man who had killed her father. That Volkov's syndicate had haunted her for over a decade. She was staring out the window now, lost in thought, but Dominic knew better than to assume silence meant peace.
"You never stopped hunting them," Dominic said, breaking the quiet.
Alyssa's eyes flickered to him, calculating. "What else was I supposed to do?"
He didn't have an answer for that. He understood the weight of vengeance how it seeped into your bones until it became the only thing keeping you upright.
Marcus sat across the cabin, tapping away at his laptop, gathering intel on Petrov's movements. "He's been spotted near the financial district. Word is, he's meeting with Volkov's overseas contacts."
Alyssa straightened, her mind shifting gears immediately. "If Petrov is securing money, it means they're preparing for something bigger. We need to intercept."
Dominic took a slow sip of his whiskey, analyzing the possibilities.
"We go in tomorrow. Quiet, precise. I'll have Julian set up a diversion keep their attention split."
Alyssa nodded but didn't relax. Her fingers drummed against the armrest, her mind racing through possibilities.
"You think he'll recognize you?" Dominic asked.
She let out a breath, shaking her head. "He won't forget me. But that's exactly why we're going to make him wish he had."
Dominic smirked slightly. "That's my kind of plan." Geneva was waiting. And so was Petrov.