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“Two long weeks. It has been terrible.”
“Yeah, that really sucks.”
“But is okay because I see you again.”
“Well, you’d get to see me more often if you’d give me your number!”
He burst out laughing. “You are funny man, FNG. I send you my location.”
“Thanks, man. I’ll see you soon.”
I hung up and turned back to Rae, Fox, and Nicholas. “How weird is that? He found Raven and was just about to kill her when she said my name. I mean, he had his hands wrapped around her throat and everything. Talk about good timing. Just a few seconds longer and she’d be dead.”
As amusing as this whole thing was to me, Nick just didn’t seem to enjoy the same hilarity that I did. In fact, he looked downright pissed at me for some reason.
“Was it something I said?”
But he didn’t answer. He just glared at me. Sheesh, talk about a rough crowd.
“Just give us the address so we can get on the road,” Rae said.
My phone chimed with the location and I handed it over. I took a few steps away from Nick, hoping he wouldn’t act on the venomous look he was shooting my way.
Fox, on the other hand, seemed quite cheerful. “Ivan the Slayer. It’s gonna be epic.”
“Yes,” Rae responded drolly, handing over my phone. “And while we all wish we could kill like him, we have bigger problems at the moment.”
“Right, the Russian mob. I totally hear you,” Fox agreed. “But Ivan’s got our back. What could go wrong?”
All three of us turned and glared at Fox. You never ever said what could go wrong? It was just asking for trouble.
“Well, I guess we’re all fucked now,” I sighed. “I mean, aside from me. I can’t die. Best wishes to all of you.”
You know, sometimes, I just didn’t know when to keep my mouth shut.
19
RAVEN
The Russian chuckled as he walked back into the room and took a seat across from me. “It seems today luck is on your side.”
“Really,” I deadpanned, looking down at my bindings. “Forgive me if I don’t see things the same way as you.”
He eyed the bindings then huffed out a laugh. “My apologies. Forgive an old man for forgetting.” He stood and walked over to me, flipping open a pocketknife as he approached me from behind.
I tensed as he pressed the blade near my wrists. Old man or not, he didn’t forget anything. As the sharp metal cut through the bindings, I was finally free. I rubbed my wrists, watching him warily as he moved to my feet. I was free.
But I knew I wasn’t really free.
“What’s the catch?”
“Catch?” He shook his head as he walked back to his desk. “There is no catch. My good friend FNG is a friend of yours. Come, come. We drink.”
He placed a glass on the opposite side of the table and took out a bottle of vodka, setting it on the table between us as he waited for me to make up my mind. Vodka really wasn’t my drink of choice, but who was I to say no to this man? I was free, but only for as long as I was in his good graces.
I stood and walked over to the table, watching as he poured, but I didn’t drink. What if he poisoned the glass? He downed his drink and grinned at me, waiting for me to take mine. Still, I didn’t move.
“Ah, I see. You do not trust me.” He shrugged again. “I can see how this would be problem for you. I would not trust me either.” He snatched the glass and drank the whole thing. “See? I am not dead.”
