I was sure that this isn't Filippo's doing. This group seems too big and somewhat organized for it to be him. He doesn't have that kind of money to be able to afford this, unless he has partnered up with someone. But the last guy whose brains I just blew up near the bar was definitely one of Filippo's men. I had seen him once when we came face to face with the Morellis a few years ago.
Behind me, I hear Trigger scream. I turn and point my gun at the man who appeared out of nowhere and is now wrestling with him. Before I can get in a shot, Trigger finds an opening on the man's neck; the former presses the muzzle of his gun upward on the man's throat and shoots. Blood splatters on Trigger's face and his lifeless opponent drops to the floor. He wipes the back of his hand across his eyes and mutters, "Fucking Ukrainian!"
Ukrainians? "Are you sure?" I grit out, not liking this one bit.
"Damn sure. I've seen him with Buryak."
