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Chapter 1

Hunter

Two months earlier…

Sergei Romanov lived in a bedrooe with high stone walls and exceptionally tight security

A driveway led to the front entrance to the mansion, and on each side of the door stood security personnel armed to the teeth They were better protected than soei er and ot to him that he hadn't already approved

I stopped ate and spoke into a speaker A s whether to admit me

"Hunter Saint to see Mr Romanov"

"I knoho you are," came a tired voice with a thick Russian accent "Please drive in and stop where the guards are waiting"

I nodded at the cah, couards with assault weapons stood just to the left One other guard circledno doubt sniffing for explosives or other contraband Another guard walked aroundfor bombs under the vehicle chassis

Once they were sure lasses, bearded and looking like former Spec Ops, leaned in my open side

"Please to turn over weapons," he said, gesturing with his chin "Not allowed on property"

I nodded and relove co to lean over and take love compartment"

He nodded, watching uard as well He took both and then motioned me forward

Unarei's couards stood, hands on their weapons, barrels pointing to the ground

Thankfully, they were familiar with security and wouldn't be likely to accidentally shoot anyone Say what you would about Sergei – he was professional His security team appeared more suited to a head of state than a hood, but he was a Russian hood, and a big one at that

I got out of the vehicle and handed the keys to the guard who uard – one of six – h the door

Talk about ostentatious…

I greealth, but nothing even close to this All ht back into the business, and we lived a coly wealthy lifestyle

This – this was beyond the pale