Page 76 of I’m The Worst

“Who gave it to you?”

I shrug. “I found it.”

He steps closer, and the space between us evaporates. I can smell him—cold air, leather, that dark, earthy scent that always clings to his skin.

I hate that I notice it.

He bends down until his mouth is near my ear.

“You’re a shitty liar, solnyshko. So when I figure out which one of these bastards gave it to you—and I will—I’ll make sure he regrets it.”

Plucking the cigarette from my fingers, he crushes it with his boot before climbing into the driver’s seat without another glance.

Asshole.

Savva whistles, and the others start moving again, hauling the last crates into place. We’re on the road again, and snow has already started falling. At this point, it feels like we’re never getting out of this damn country.

My grip on the wheel is white knuckled as we close in on the safehouse.

The snow is coming down harder now, swallowing the road in a white haze. I fucking hate this stretch of Russia. Hate how fast the weather turns roads into graves. Hate how every mile out here strips away options until there’s only one left—and if that one fails, you die.

My body feels heavy. My mind is foggy. I’ve pushed through worse, but this is wearing me down in ways I can’t afford. If I don’t get real sleep soon, I’m going to start seeing shit that isn’t there.

I glance in the rear-view.

AJ is curled up in the corner, knees pulled tight to her chest, head against the glass. I can’t⁠—

A faint buzz cuts through the noise in my head. Not a noise I should be hearing.

My instincts scream before my brain catches up.

I slam the brakes. The truck fishtails on the ice as I yank my Glock free and twist in my seat.

One round.

Viktor’s skull erupts against the windshield.

AJ’s scream pierces the air, blood and brains spraying across her, the cab. Everyone. Savva jerks for the gun in his lap, but my left arm slams down on his wrist, pinning it while I fire again with my right.

Niko. Bang.

Paulo. Bang.

Georgi takes three—two to the chest, one to the head—because the bastard was reaching.

The car becomes hell in seconds.

Blood sheets across the windows. Bodies collapse into each other. AJ is shrieking now, scrambling backward, slipping in blood as she claws at the rear door.

“WOLFF! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! You killed Viktor! You killed all of them!”

I’ve got my full weight on Savva—knees pinning him to the seat, one arm slammed across his chest, the other jamming the barrel of my gun between his eyes.

“How much? How fucking much?”

His breathing is ragged. Blood runs from his mouth. I fire a shot into the window beside his head. Glass shatters.

“Twenty million.”