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Looking up, I’m met by a chilling sight.
Leonid has pulled out a pistol, and the barrel is pointed right at my captor.
But even more terrifying than that is the sight of Retsos standing behind Leonid. The untouchable has already pulled out his own gun and has it pointed directly at the back of that wavy golden hair.
“I thought we said no guns,” Leonid’s partner shouts, taking out his own gun and pointing it directly at Retsos.
All three men click the safety off of their weapons. My whole body goes tense.
Is this how I die? In a shitty crumbling mansion in some backwater swamp?
… Or maybe they’ll all just kill each other and I’ll finally be free of Retsos…
“Looks like we couldn’t trust each other after all,” Retsos growls.
“Let. Go. Of. Her.” Leonid repeats. His fierce gaze hasn’t left the pig who’s taken my wrist.
“Fucking hell, just let go of her, you idiot,” Retsos barks.
The moment I’m freed, I jump back, my shoulder blades slamming against the peeling wall behind me. A shower of dust falls from the ceiling. I stare through the dirty particles at the three-way standoff ahead.
Shoot each other, I beg.
But to my shock, Leonid immediately slips his gun away. His blue eyes wander down to my wrist and then back up to my face.
For a quiet moment, he glares into my eyes, before calmly turning to the gun Retsos has pointed in his stupidly handsome face.
“Put the gun down, boyo,” Leonid’s partner demands of Retsos.
“You first,” the untouchable sneers, not so untouchable anymore.
“On the count of three, we both go,” Leonid’s partner offers. “One, two, three…”
Slowly, the two men holster their weapons.
With fury twisting his already disgusting features, Retsos pushes past Leonid to tower over me again.
“These negotiations are over,” he growls, keeping his back turned to the men. “How could we continue without a single thread of trust remaining between us?”
He’s done with these two, but he’s only getting started with me.
The second he gets me out of here, I’m in for a world of trouble.
A heavy stone of dread drops in my stomach. This couldn’t have gone much worse.
“You were the one who made the no weapons rule,” Leonid points out.
“If we had listened, we might have been gator chow already,” his partner agrees.
“Ray is right,” Leonid says. “But now that we’ve gotten past that formality, maybe we can really talk.”
“There’s no more talking,” Retsos rumbles, visibly shaken. No one has challenged him like this in years. The bastard isn’t used to it. I could almost smile. Maybe this Leonid isn’t so bad after all…
“I’m not interested in talking to you,” Leonid snarls. “It’s the girl I want to hear. Speak, princess.”
And just like that, I’m right back to hating the Barinov.
Princess. The accent he put on for that title made it clear the he was mocking me.
