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“No! Those are mine!” He grabbed my arm and tried to slow me down, but it was hard to keep a solid grip with the sunscreen I’d put on.
I dragged him along in my wake, reaching out for his car door. “Bullshit! You can have them whenever you want! You know she made them for me!”
As soon as I got my fingers on the door handle, Freddy slammed into me from behind, using our joint weight to keep the door closed. He snaked his arms around my waist, flattening his palms against the window while I tried to shrug him off enough to get the door open.
With a startled yelp, Freddy was gone.
I turned in time to see him get slammed onto the hood of his own car by one very pissed off Russian.
“Sasha!” I tried to shove him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. He pinned Freddy to the car by his throat, completely unconcerned by the fact my friend was already turning purple under his large hand. “Get off him!”
“Who the fuck is this?” The question was more of a growl, Sasha’s pupils narrowed to pinpricks.
“None of your business!”
“Should I kill him?”
“No!” My indignation turned to real fear since I knew Sasha gave zero fucks about doing it. “Let him go! Now!”
Sasha retracted his hand slowly, his mouth settling in a hard line of disappointment.
Freddy sucked in a breath and grabbed my arm. I helped him stand up straight and pulled him to my side, out of Sasha’s reach.
“Are you ok?” I asked quietly, praying to God there wasn’t any real damage.
Freddy nodded, rubbing his throat and throwing a death glare at Sasha. “Who the fuck is that?”
“No one,” I answered quickly, ignoring the tic in Sasha’s jaw. His black brows dipped, eyes narrowed as always. “Why don’t you go get some ice for that? Ask Patricia for some Advil or something.”
Even after nearly being strangled to death, Freddy hesitated, glancing between Sasha and I with questions in his warm brown eyes. He didn’t want to leave me alone with a Neanderthal, which I appreciated, but I also had questions I knew Sasha would never answer with someone else nearby.
“I’ll be in in a minute,” I said with the most reassuring smile I could muster.
Nodding, Freddy headed back toward the house, giving Sasha a wide berth.
Sasha watched him go, his gaze simmering with a murderous rage that turned on me as soon as I shoved him in the chest as hard as I could. I was pleased when he actually took a step back to keep his balance.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped. He cocked his head, but didn’t say anything. He stood there, arms crossed, watching me with an infuriatingly blank expression. “You can’t go around strangling people!”
He still didn’t seem fazed. Probably because strangling them was nothing compared to shooting them in the face. Or feeding them to wolves — I never did get a clear explanation of his origin story…
“What are you doing here?” I mimicked his pose, hoping it pissed him off as much as his stance was pissingmeoff.
Stooping, he snagged a white box off the ground and held it out to me. It was a brand new phone.
“I pay my debts,” he said. As soon as I lifted the box from his fingers, he started down the driveway toward his Mercedes.
“Wait!” I tossed the box on the roof of Freddy’s car and hurried after him. “That’s it?”
“What else is there?”
“What about that thing?”
“I told you, there is no thing.”
“So you didn’t kill anyone lately?”
He spun quickly, getting in my face. “You ask too many questions, you know that? One day you’re going to ask the wrong person the wrong question.”
