Page 118 of I’m The Worst

A brutal crack echoes through the room as Wolff drives him headfirst into the wall, hard enough to dent the metal paneling. The man grunts, stunned, and Wolff’s hand clamps around his jaw.

Twist.

The snap of bone is wet and vicious.

The body collapses instantly.

The second soldier reacts fast, hand flying for his gun, but Wolff is already moving.

He kicks the metal table.

It slams across the room with a deafening screech, smashing into the soldier and sending him crashing backward into the wall. In the next breath, Wolff is on him—large hands wrapping around the soldier’s head. One sickening twist. Another neck snaps.

Silence crashes down so hard my ears ring.

I can’t breathe.

Two bodies sprawl across the floor while blood spreads fast over the concrete, creeping toward Wolff’s boots.

He doesn’t even look winded.

Mouth agape, my stomach twists as he grabs one corpse by the tactical vest and drags it behind the table, muscles flexing under his coat. The dead weight thuds across the floor. Then the second.

Effortless.

Like he’s done this a thousand times.

Maybe ten thousand.

He turns toward me, green eyes cold under the harsh light.

“Wolff…”

His head snaps toward the door at the sound of Russian voices.

He doesn’t waste a second. He grabs my wrist and yanks me forward. We bolt into the hallway, boots pounding against concrete while more voices echo somewhere ahead, growing louder.

“Fuck.” Wolff jerks me sideways, and I slam into his chest as he shoves us into a narrow utility closet. The door shuts quietly behind us.

Darkness swallows us.

The space is tiny. Shelves packed with chemicals and rusted tools digging into me while the smells of bleach and damp metal cling to the air.

My blood runs cold.

I can still hear the bodies hitting the floor.

Still hear the necks breaking.

My hands start shaking; I can’t stop them. My breathing turns ragged, a whole new panic consuming my senses.

Wolff’s hand lands on my shoulder.

I nearly scream.

He spins me fast and pins me against the wall, his body crowding mine, one arm braced beside my head while the other grips my jaw with enough force to keep my focus on him.

“We’re going to be here for a minute. You need to calm the fuck down. Breathe. Now.”