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Gregor shook his head, hissing through his teeth. “You’re a dead man.”
“I’ve been dead for twenty three years,” I replied flatly. My hand lashed out again, slapping Karine’s flaming cheek. Before she could regain her breath, I seized a handful of her hair again and wrenched her head backward. “Was he there, Karine? Your husband? Did he help Yuri?”
She sobbed and tried to shake her head, but my death grip wouldn’t let her. “I don’t know. I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
The door swung open behind me. I whipped around, taking less than a second to decide to pull the trigger at the male walking through the front door. The bullet caught him in the stomach and he pitched forward on his knees.
Gregor shouted and Karine wailed.
It was Kolya — another name on my list. Luckily for me, he was also Karine’s brother and probably the reason Gregor was stalling, in the vain hope they’d, what? Overpower me? Idiots.
“Maybe Kolya will have more to say.” I walked over to where he writhed on the floor, swearing at me, and ground my heel into the bloody hole in his stomach. “Where’s Yuri?”
Kolya screamed and grabbed my foot, trying to dislodge it. I pressed harder until he stopped fighting and grunted out a few syllables that when strung together sounded like “With Viktor.”
“He’s with Viktor?” I confirmed.
Gasping, Kolya nodded. “At the lake house.” Well, shit… That complicated things.
“Were you there today?” I asked, driving my heel down again.
Kolya cried out, but not before he looked at Gregor. I had my answer. I fired a round into Kolya’s knee.
“Who else was with you?” I was pretty sure I knew that answer too, but I wanted to confirm Lada’s information.
Kolya was too busy screaming and swearing at me to answer.
“Useless.” I shot him in the head and turned back to Gregor. “Who else?“
“Fuck you, Sasha!” Gregor shouted. “You and that fucking rooster deserve to burn in Hell. Yuri told us you were fucking sick and he was right!”
Nodding, I moved back to Karine. She’d slumped over the table, sobbing into her arms. I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her upright again. She didn’t even flinch when I lifted the gun and leveled it at her head, she just wept silently.
Gregor swore at me, still struggling to break free of the duct tape.
I fired a round right next to his wife’s ear. Before the barrel could cool, I rammed it into her cheek and held it there while her skin burned. Her screaming renewed and she thrashed in her chair, unable to escape the vice grip I had on her.
Turning to Gregor with another grim smile, I slammed Karine forward, back onto the table, and nestled the barrel on the back of her head. “Who else?”
He seethed, but kept glancing between Karine and I, weighing his choices. Karine and I were both counting on him choosing wisely.
“Ivan,” he said at last. “And Yuri.”
“The four of you?”
Gregor nodded. “Now let her go.”
“Of course.” I pulled the trigger. Blood and gore shot out from beneath Karine’s face and her body fell completely slack.
Gregor’s shouting was completely unintelligible — howling and insults and promises of vengeance.
“How does it feel?” I asked, cocking my head as I stepped closer.
“Yuri is going to cut your fucking balls off, you fucking queer!”
With a smirk, I raised my gun and shot him in the head. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I turned and walked out of the house.
Two dead, two left.
