Page 115 of Sinful Lord

“Me?” Timo asks, placing a hand on his chest.

I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. But his guards seem to take the act as a sign to start lifting their weapons again.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Maksim warns them.

“Easy now, fellas,” Timo eases. “Let’s all get along.” He doesn’t sound nearly as scared as he should be. “If you aren’t here for Yasha, then what are you here for?”

“Answers,” I sneer.

“Answers about what?”

As a show of good faith, I slowly holster my weapon.

“About the devil of Berlin.”

That seems to catch Timo’s interest. Leaning forward, he studies me through his dark sunglasses.

“The devil of Berlin? I like it. Maybe I should start calling myself that…”

“You can take the title after I kill the fucker,” I growl.

“Gladly,” Timo smiles. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you with that, though. Because I’ve never heard of this devil in my life.”

“The name is irrelevant. All I care about is what he’s done.”

“And what has this devil done?”

“He’s taken something that belongs to me.”

For a second, I forget that Maksim is in the room. But when I see him shift out of the corner of my eye, I can’t help but wonder if I just went too far.

“He took a girl that wasn’t his to take,” Maksim clarifies. “And we believe he took her from some men who worked for you and Yasha.”

Obviously, Maksim has been doing his homework. Part of me worries that there was too much information on the hard drive. For an old man, he sure works quickly.

“What were my men doing with your girl?” Timo asks, hardly trying to hide his knowing smirk.

“We’re not here to play games,” I snarl. “You tell us what you know about the car crash or this gets ugly.”

Timo’s posture stiffens at the mention of the crash.

“You’re after that demon?” he asks, sitting up straight. “Well, then it sounds like we have something in common. He killed a half-dozen of my men. I’d like to find him too.”

A pit opens in my gut.

“You don’t already know who he is?”

“Well, now I know he’s the devil of Berlin,” Timo jests.

That seems to push Maksim over the edge.

“This isn’t the time for jokes,” he snarls.

“Oh, calm down. It’s all—”

I hardly even have to time react. Out of the corner of my eye, I can practically see Maksim turning red.

A second later, his gun goes off.