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The guy behind me snapped back, digging the gun into my head.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think of some way out of this. Other than Sasha, there weren’t any options available. The second I moved, the guy behind me would blast a hole through my brain.
Then, I heard something I never expected in a situation like this — Sasha laughed.
My eyes flew open, narrowing on him in disbelief.
Still laughing, Sasha kept talking in Russian, relaxing his stance and gesturing to me every once in a while, his gun still in hand. The look on his face was a mix of amusement and disgust. Somehow I felt like I should be offended by whatever he was saying.
The guy behind me shifted, the pressure on my temple lifting slightly while he replied.
“Da.” Sasha smiled brightly. It was a beautiful sight to behold — and terrifying. Like his laugh, his smile was so uncharacteristic and so out of place in the middle of a fuckingstandoff, I didn’t know how to feel about it.
Without warning, Sasha’s gun snapped up, firing a round at me.
The guy behind me yelled and shoved away from me, saving himself.
The next round from Sasha’s gun went into the middle of the guy’s torso. Just like his partner, Sasha shot him twice and strolled over, depositing a third bullet right between the eyes.
Completely immobilized by shock, I stood there and shook, trying to calculate the minuscule distance between my shoulder and the wall where the bullet lodged. Had he missed, or was that on purpose? Even if it was on purpose, who’s to say he couldn’t have fucking missed?!
“Are you ok?” Sasha appeared in my field of vision, cupping my cheek gently. “Solnyshko?”
“What in the actual fuck?!” I gaped at him, still trying to process what just happened.
“Are you hurt?”
“You shot at me!”
“We have to go.” Grabbing my wrist, he dragged me down the stairs and right out the front door.
“No,youneed to go.” I screeched to a halt like a stubborn mule, wrenching myself out of his vice grip. “Ineed to call the police!”
“Never call the police. You have a problem? I’ll take care of it.”
“You can’t ‘take care of it,’” I snapped, mimicking his accent and adding dickish air quotes for good measure. He glared at me and reclaimed my wrist, dragging me the rest of the way to the car. “You just left two dead bodies in the house! The police will definitely be looking for me this time around and they’re going to have a lot of fucking questions!”
Sasha opened the passenger door of his SUV and shoved me in with a growl before hurrying around to the driver’s side. He floored it away from the house without ever addressing the fact he fucking shot at me or killed two other people without even blinking. Again! Couldn’t he go a week without murdering someone?
“Where are you taking me now?” I demanded.
“Back to my place.”
“Oh, fuck no. Let me out.”
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? Are you serious right now?!” I stared at him. “You fucking shot at me! Not to mention the fact whoever those people were trashed my house, tried to killbothof us, and cut Patricia’s fucking hand off! Who does that?!”
“They needed her fingerprints for something,” he replied with a shrug.
“No! You don’t get to downplay this!”
“You want the truth, yes? All the time, demanding the truth. Here it is. Those were Sergei Sidorov’s men. They were looking for the flash drive. They were looking foryou. I knew what I was doing when I shot at you. Now, until I can figure out how to fix this problem, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“So you’re kidnapping me again?”
He shot me a look out of the corner of his eye, smirking. “Think of it as… sleepover.”
