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Before I could finish, my worst nightmare came true as Lars stepped in front of her.

“Surprise, motherfucker,” he snarled –

And then my world exploded with pain as he punched me in the face.

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Ishrieked and fell to the floor –

At which point they began kicking me. Both of them.

I opened my mouth to scream –

When something metallic jammed between my teeth.

I looked up to see Rachel glowering down at me, her arm extended.

The barrel of her pistol filled my mouth. I could taste burnt gunpowder and gun oil.

“It would be a shame if I had to blow your brains out in this stairwell,” she snarled.

I panicked.

“What do you want?” I blurted out, although it sounded more like Wah dah yah wah? with the gun in my mouth.

“To talk,” Lars snarled as he hauled me to my feet.

My stomach twisted with fear as he marched me up nine stories to the roof.

I cursed myself the entire way: You fool – believing that fucking BITCH –

My only hope was for the incompetence of my underlings, that they might have left some of the cameras on.

Otherwise, I would die.

I was sure of it.

When we reached the top of the stairs, Lars kicked open the door and forced me onto the roof. Rachel shut the door behind us.

“Please,” I begged, “we can discuss this like civilized people – ”

“That time has passed,” the Swede said as he grabbed my jacket, tie, and shirt in his giant hand –

Forced me backwards to the edge of the building –

And held me out at an angle over empty space.

My feet were still on the retaining wall, but the rest of me was suspended over a nine-story drop.

“STOP!” I screamed.

“You sent assassins after us!” Rachel raged, her face twisted like a harpy.

“Only him!” I shrieked. “Not you!”

Lars looked at me coldly. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?!”

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