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“Don’t fucking tell her what to do!” Marco spits angrily. He pushes me behind him again. “She doesn’t have to do what you say.”
“As Aleksi Petrov’s niece, yes, she does.”
“This is between you and me, frat boy, so let’s settle this like men instead of squabbling like schoolgirls.”
“Fine by me.” He reaches for his gun, and so does Marco.
I shake my head, trying to get around the front of his body.
“Nobody needs to get shot here!” I cry. “Let’s just talk about this like civilized people.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Rocco says as he stands next to Marco, his gun drawn toward Dimitri as the two guards behind him draw their weapons too.
This is getting crazy really fast.
“Let’s not forget you’re on Medici turf,” Marco reminds them. “You’ll die for nothing, and you’ll hurt Katiya in the process.”
Dimitri’s nostrils flare as I hear a commotion at the side entrance.
I turn and see Angelo and one of his brothers, Dante, I believe, running toward us.
“Marco?” Angelo shouts. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Just having a disagreement with our Russian counterparts,” Marco replies, still holding his gun out. “It seems they’ve lost their way.”
Angelo stares down at me and looks momentarily puzzled, especially with Marco’s free arm around my waist. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
Marco is downright menacing when he says, “She came to see me. Last time I checked, Katiya is a grown woman capable of making her own decisions. Fuckface over here may need a gentle reminder that she’s suffered a traumatic ordeal.”
I swallow hard. This isn’t how I planned tonight to go.
Dread ripples through me when I think about having to confront my uncle about all of this.
Holy shit-balls, no.
Dimitri clocks his gun in response. “We just want Katiya back,” he says, eerily calm. “I will not be leaving without her.”
I grip Marco’s forearm. “I have to go, Marco,” I whisper.
He turns to look down at me. All the while, I feel Angelo’s eyes on me like I’ve grown two heads or something.
“No, you don’t,” he spits.
I shake my head. “I do, Marco. There will be no bloodshed, please…”
I see the pain in his eyes.
“Katiya, poydem so mnoy seychas,” Dimitri says.Come with me now.
“Ona ne budet, Ona ne obyazana delat’ to, chto ry govorish’,” Marco replies.She will not. She doesn’t have to do what you say.
What the fuck?
I look up at him, shocked.He speaks Russian now?
“Marco?” I whisper.
“I speak enough to get by,” he replies.
