Target? Nowhere to go? Deliver?
What the actual fuck?
Mr. Montclair moves. His hand leaves my mouth as he reaches under his jacket. When it reemerges, I see a gun.
Movement in front of me breaks my spiral.
Oh my God. Why does this sexy hunk have a gun?
He puts a finger over his lips. A silent order: stay quiet.
Fat fucking chance.
“Help! We’re over here!” I scream.
Laugher echoes in response.
Then I see them. The men. And all hope evaporates.
These men look downright creepy. This was a very bad plan. Follow a stranger into an alley. Then not learn from that mistake and get two more strangers to come kill me. And these two aren’t even hot. If I’m going to be murdered in this dark alley, I’m voting that Mr. Montclair, the sexy one, will be the one to do it.
Mr. Montclair turns, pressing me against the wall with his back, shielding me.
“Who the fuck are you?” He demands.
“We are here to get you. Come with me.” One of the Russian men says. He’s looking right at me, even as he talks to Mr. Montclair. I’m so fucking glad they’re not here for me. They’re terrifying.
“Noone is going anywhere. Who sent you?”
“Viktor. Now let us get what we came for.”
“No.”
There’s a rapid exchange in Russian between the two goons.
Then, gunfire.
I duck, screaming.
But within seconds, silence descends. I heard five shots fire. I can see where bullets hit the wall mere inches from us.
I peer around Mr. Montclair’s arm. The two Russians are on the ground.
A bullet hole between both of their eyes.
And that’s when I really start screaming.
Chapter 5
Matthias
The woman, Margot, starts screaming again. I whirl around and pin her against the wall, caging her between my arms.
She’s shaking. She’s hysterical… or pretending to be.
I can’t tell if it’s an act. Did I just kill two Bratva men in front of an innocent civilian… or did I just kill her accomplices?
They were here to take me, which is fucking ridiculous if they thought the two of them were enough. But the real question is, why does Viktor want me?
