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I held my hands up. “Wasn’t going to.”
He stared at me for a moment before disappearing into another part of the basement.
I walked around the side of the cage and squatted down next to Dad’s unconscious body. His nose was bloody and crooked. I’m pretty sure Sasha broke it again. That fact alone made me smile. He was always a vain son of a bitch.
“I can’t wait for you to wake up,” I said with a sigh, rising slowly. “Too bad I won’t be here to see it.”
Pulling his cell phone out of my pocket, I scrolled through his emails, his text messages. His life was on this phone and now I had complete control over it. The rush of power was exhilarating, but I had to keep it together. Our actions moving forward had to be precise. One wrong move and the entire thing would crumble.
I was still in the midst of sending a variety of emails when Sasha returned. When I glanced up, he tossed his head toward the door. “Are you hungry?”
“What about him?”
“He won’t be awake for a while.”
“What if he wakes up while we’re gone, though?”
Sasha rapped his knuckles against the concrete blocks. “So what? No one is going to hear him up there. He can scream all he wants.”
“Yeah, ok.” I trusted him. Ihadto trust him. Other than my brief experience as his captive, I had no idea how any of this worked. For good or bad, Sasha was the expert here. I was firmly on his side of the law now and I needed to play it smart or we’d both end up in prison.
We headed back upstairs, cutting through the kitchen and out to the back alley.
“Do you want to go home, or go out?” Sasha asked.
I glanced at the time again and shrugged. “Out, I guess. It’ll be quicker. Don’t forget, I have that conference call this afternoon about the production gig.”
We were almost to his Mercedes when another black SUV screeched to a halt in front of it. Two guys in suits bailed out from the passenger side, guns aimed at us.
Sasha threw his arm in front of me, knocking me back behind him before I even processed what the hell was happening. He had a gun drawn halfway when his opponents’ pistols cocked.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” one of the gunmen said, using his weapon to gesture to the ground. “Drop it, jagoff. Now!”
Sasha slid it out of the holster the rest of the way and held it out, letting it dangle from his finger by the trigger guard.
The guy snorted. “No fucking way. Put it on the ground and kick it over. Slowly.”
My heart slammed inside my ribcage, louder than the gun clattering on the asphalt. Sasha toed the gun across the way, using the opportunity to push me back even further. I had no idea where he thought I was going to go, but I sure as hell wasn’t leaving him like this.
A third man joined his friends, circling around the back of their vehicle with a smug smile on his face. “So we meet again.”
“How fortunate for me,” Sasha snapped. “Now I don’t have to look for you.”
The ringleader nodded toward the SUV they’d exited. “Get in the car.”
Sasha’s response was to spit in the alley between them and say something in Russian that probably wasn’t very nice.
The man nodded, like he expected that. “Ok. Let me lay it out for you. Your little pal can take off as long as you get in the car. If you don’t, you’re both dead.” He shrugged and spread his hands. “It’s a better deal than you gave Carmine, you commie prick. I even promise to leave you in one piece for the funeral.”
My fingers tightened in the back of Sasha’s shirt.
How the fuck was he going to get us out of this? They had guns and we—
Wait a minute.
Rule #3.
Any time he left the damn house he carried enough firepower on his body to hold off a small army. Sasha certainly wasn’t getting his dick sucked right now, but that’s why I had to establish the rule in the first place — so I didn’t accidentally shoot myself trying to get some.
