Ilya remained silent for a moment, eyes scanning the horizon as if the answers lay hidden in the vast expanse beyond the mountains. He finally spoke, his voice measured. "Do that. I need to eliminate all threats before they grow into something bigger. Whoever hired those men knew enough about my operations to target me directly. That alone tells me this isn't just about money—it's a power play."
Fyodor's expression darkened as he stepped beside his cousin, leaning against the car. "And if it's a power play, there's always someone behind the curtain. Some bigger fish using those idiots as bait."
Ilya's jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "I don't care who they are. I will find them, and when I do, they'll wish they never even thought of crossing me."