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Leo isn’t coming. He must be dead.
His friends and his allies are here to avenge him…
The life drains from my limbs .
“Drop the girl!” the two voices shout in tandem. I can’t see either. Slowly, the world is going dark. Blood and sweat blur my vision.
Somehow, though, I’m able to push out the only words that truly matter.
“Where’s Leo?” I rasp. “Is he alright?”
Before I can get an answer, Retsos shoves me forward. The rusty guardrail digs into my stomach as my face is pushed down, so that I can see just how far the fall is.
“You want me to drop her?” Retsos shouts. “Fine. I’ll drop her.” He pushes me even further over the railing and I can finally see the man on the platform below.
An Irishman.
His gun wavers at Retsos’ threats.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” the man warns.
“The second you let her go, your life is over,” the unseen Russian to our right adds.
“Fine. Kill me, but I’m not letting this bitch live a second longer,” leaning down, Retsos whispers his farewell into my ear. “Goodbye, princess. I’ll see you in—”
He never gets a chance to finish. Before that last word can slither from his slimy lips, his head lurches forward.
Someone grabs the restraints around my wrists to keep me from falling with Retsos, but I’m given a perfect view as his lifeless body tumbles over the guardrail and he falls through the air to join the pile of corpses below.
I only get a glimpse of the knife that has been plunged into the back of his skull before I’m pulled back from the edge and turned around by a familiar pair of big warm hands.
I can hardly believe my eyes.
“… Leo…”
“Did you miss me?”
It hardly matters that he’s covered in blood, or that there are bits of brain matter in his golden hair. He looks like an angel that has come down from heaven to save me from hell.
No. Scratch that. He’s not an angel. Never has been.
He’s a prince.
My prince charming. My knight in shining armor.
My love.
“Leo!” I want to hug him, but my hands are still tied.
“Easy there, princess,” he smiles, those dimples deepening so beautifully that I swear I can’t feel pain anymore. Stepping aside, he reaches around my back to untie the ropes digging into my wrists. “Let’s get you out—”
“Boss, watch out!”
The Russian man to our right shouts just in time for me to see what’s about to happen.
But there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Propped up on the wall just behind Leo is one of Retsos’ goons. The bastard’s throat is cut and he’s halfway dead, but just alive enough to raise his gun in my direction.
