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“Because I said so,” He growls.
“Get up,” Vasily barks, roughly untying the cords on my arms and legs before pulling me up like a doll. “Move.”
“I’m not going in front of you,” I say incredulously as he stands in front of the small bathroom with me.
“You either go in front of me or don’t go at all,” he snarls.
“I’m on my period. Do you really want to see that?” I say, rolling my eyes.
“I’ll be outside, don’t get any ideas. That window I saw you eyeing is boarded up on the outside, sweetheart,” he sneers as he closes the door.
I lock it behind him and rush to the toilet. I reallydoneed to go. I can’t recall how long it has been since I went to the bathroom. Of course, there is no toilet paper, so I have to sit patiently until the dripping subsides. However, when I pull up my underwear, I see that I am bleeding but I’m not on my period. In fact, I can’t rememberwhen was the lasttime I had it but I also have little time to think about it.
“Hurry up!” Vasily’s broad fist bangs on the door.
“There is no toilet paper,” I say, shouting back.
“Use your hand then.” He chuckles.
“Motherfucker,” I mutter as I wash my hands under the basin and keep it running until I figure out what to do next.
There is a grimy mirror above me that has been partially shattered. Inspiration comes to me as I scan the floor and notice a shiny piece of the broken mirror. There is a ripped rag on the floor, which I use to pick it up. The pointy tip shines in the light as I hear him fiddle with the lock. He walks in, and I hide behind the door.
“Where the fuck are you?” He says almost flattening me when he walks in.
“Over here,” I say from behind him, plunging the shard into his neck and watching the blood spurt out. He opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out as he falls to the floor, his eyes rolling back.
“Dos vidaniya,” I say, kicking his body and picking up the gun in his pocket.
Pain in my abdomen rips through me but with every lightning bolt of discomfort, my survival skills start to kick in. I wouldn’t die here.
Franco comes through with the jet as well as a thousand apologies about Lucia and Sophia. I lean back and close my eyes as we ascend into the night sky, impatience ripping through me and blocking out the fear.
“How long until we get there?” I say, looking out into the night’s sky.
“Around forty-five minutes, there is a lot of cloud tonight,” Franco says from the opposite seat.
“Did we get any hits on Henri’s phone?” I ask for the hundredth time.
“You mean Andriy? No, it was left in his car outside Keira’s place. Sophia’s phone is also a no-go.”
“It was smashed in the foyer. I saw it when I left.” I sigh, “Fuck, how could I have not seen this?”
“You’ve known Keira for a long time. Nobody could have even imagined that she would pull a stunt like that. Do you think Andriy smashed Sophia’s phone?” he says, frowning.
“No, I think Sophia did after she saw me with Keira,” I say, running my hands through my hair.
“Silver lining, Keira and Artem are dead and you got yourself out of an impossible situation,” Franco says, trying to placate me.
“Not so much of a silver lining, if I drove my wife into the arms of the Russian Bratva by falling into a trap. I don’t think I will forgive myself if something were to happen. What does he even want with her?”
“I guess we’re going to find out. Before we go into this, I have something to tell you.”
“What?” I ask suspiciously.
“About Lucia tonight, you’re probably wondering why I let her take Sophia out.”
“Spit it out, Franco,” I say, looking him dead in the eye.
