Chapter 305. Moving the Pawns

A few months earlier

Somewhere in the USA

Paval Rudenko looked at this nephew, Dusak, the One-Eyed as they referred to him behind his back.

He was a formidable fighter and his anger, his aggressiveness, was unmatched. Of course, the driving force behind his anger was to claim the life of Lucien Delano, the man who had blinded him and killed his beloved uncle, Dmitri Rudenko, before his eyes.

But the monk was a man of the steely reserve.

“Not yet,’ he cautioned the hot-blooded youth.

Handing a photograph of Ria Delano, the eldest daughter of the Mafia Don, he said,

‘Look at this girl, my son.’ he said in his soft tones, the wheedling voice he used when he wanted something from someone, ‘Look at her. For when you finally get her, you should know what to do with this beautiful creation of God.’

And the youth calmed down as he traced a finger over the picture and he waited.

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Mexico

Cole whirled around as he heard the w