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"And I also have a taste for lifeless bodies at my feet."
“You could never kill me,” she said, her laughter filling the room.
“Oh, don’t underestimate me, Tanya.”
The room fell silent. Then, out of nowhere, a car honked. The loud sound snapped us out of our intense stare, reminding us there was a world beyond these walls. We both instinctively turned toward the noise, momentarily distracted.
“You work for the wrong people, Volk,” she said suddenly, her grip on the gun unwavering.
“The wrong people?” I scoffed. “Fuck you, Tanya. You and your little gang of whores.”
“At least I’m not the one killing innocent people,” she retorted, her eyes narrowing. “That’s your game, Volk. And Igor’s.”
What the fuck is she talking about?
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I spat, stepping toward her. “You’re just a spoiled brat.”
Her expression hardened, and she lowered her gun slightly, aiming at my heart, her finger on the trigger. “And you have sold your soul to the devil himself.”
We stood there, guns pointed at each other. One wrong move could mean the end of either of us.
I smirked. “You think you’re tough, don’t you?”
Her eyes narrowed further, finger twitching on the trigger. “Shut up, Volk. You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve been through.”
“Oh, I know plenty,” I sneered, stepping closer. “Cheating husband, murderous neighbors, cheap sex.” I took another step, holstering my gun. “You’ve got quite the reputation.”
I closed the distance until the barrel of her gun pressed against my chest, right over my heart. Towering over her, I lowered my chin to meet her eyes—one blue, one brown.
Her lips trembled, a sob breaking free. “I was the one who killed him. The bastard deserved it.”
This conversation was starting to bore me, and I didn’t have time to lose.
“I don’t give a fuck.” I grabbed her gun, lowering it. “Where is Vlad?”
Her eyes widened. “What do you mean, where is Vlad?”
“You know exactly what I mean. I’ve been searching for him for weeks, and I know he’s been contacting you.”
Tanya hesitated, searching for an escape. But I wasn’t letting her off the hook.
“I don’t know where he is,” she whispered. “He contacted me a few days ago, but he was secretive. I didn’t ask any questions, I swear.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What did he want?”
“He wanted to meet,” she said, her voice trembling. “But he wouldn’t say why. He just told me to meet him at a bar downtown.”
I released her gun and stepped back. “Do you know which bar?”
Tanya shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. He didn’t give me any specifics.”
A faint breeze drifted through the open windows, and I could see her skin shiver.
I sighed, frustrated. I knew she was fucking lying.
“Why was there a picture of your house in Igor’s study?”
Her eyes widened in panic and confusion as she scrambled for an explanation. The room was dead silent, the only sounds were our breathing and the occasional creak of the floorboards.
