I drive my fist into his ribs. Hard enough to hear something crack.
He gasps.
Ritchie and Rémy grab him before he topples over.
“Where is he?” I ask calmly.
Aleksandr grins through pain. “Kill me.”
I crouch in front of him. “That’s cute.”
I grip his jaw. Hard.
“Death would be mercy,” I grit out.
“Can’t wait to torture you.” Her expression is pure vengeance.
I smile without humor. “Secure him.”
Ritchie zip ties his wrists behind his back. Rémy secures his ankles.
Aleksandr fights until Miff knees him in the gut.
“Police chatter’s picking up,” Miff says. “Six minutes.”
Perfect.
“Get him downstairs.”
As they drag him toward the stairwell, Aleksandr spits blood and laughs.
“You’ll never touch Ettore.”
I stop walking. Turn slowly.
Oh, that was stupid.
I crouch in front of him again.
“You just confirmed he’s alive, involved, and close enough for you to feel confident.”
His smile slips.
“There it is,” I murmur.
Serenity folds her arms. “Looks like torture starts sooner than expected.”
Aleksandr glares at her. “Bitch.”
She smiles sweetly. “I’ve been called worse.”
I rise.
“Take him.”
As they drag him away, I slide my hand around Serenity’s waist again.
“You okay?”
