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Chapter 42
Ginger
With Dmitri,or I suppose I should say Sin, moving beside me, I feel a sense of rightness that’s been missing for a long time. While we stood and discussed guns, preparing for what may very well be a suicide mission, for a moment I found myself forgetting all the shit between us. The lightness on his face, even with the scarring, when he spoke about the different weapons and blades…. It’s that passion that I’ve always loved in him since we were children.
Dmitri was one of those people who would try his hand at anything and be successful at it. Had we grown up in a different way, he could have been anything he wanted in this world. As it stands, I understand better now how Sin became such a renowned and infamous hitman.
My brother would only be the best.
As we move through the halls in silence, I think of where we all started. It’s then I realize how monumental this really is. The three Pashkin children, reunited.
Krystof, Dmitri, Galina.
My gut churns with the thought of another Pashkin baby in my belly, and I dare a glance at Sin. Could it be his?
I mentally give myself a shake.
Sin’s or Kris’, it doesn’t matter.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
The question breaks me from my train of thought, a welcome distraction.
“Definitely,” I reply, tightening my grip on the pistol in my hand. I have another strapped to my side as well as two knives, and though it's been a while since I’ve been so heavily armed, it’s pleasantly familiar and comfortable.
Sin gives me a questioning look, and it occurs to me to ask another question.
“Who hired you anyway?”
He tenses, stopping and turning slowly to me, unease on his face.
“IRODaT,” he finally answers, and my eyes widen at the mention of the organ transplant organization.
“Cocksuckers!” I exclaim.
He snorts out a laugh.
“Well, you did piss them off something fierce,” he points out, and I glare at him.
“Big men shouldn’t be so threatened by little women,” I reply, and this time, he does smile before leaning over to plant a soft kiss beside my lips.
“Before you, I wouldn’t have thought so,” he assures me, and despite myself, I feel a flush of warmth at the offhand compliment.
“So what did this job actually—”
“Sssh!” He holds up a hand to my mouth, nodding at the tracking app in his hand. We both move to the wall, stilling ourselves as we watch the dot move down the adjacent corridor. It isn’t until it’s a way away that we continue moving.
I’m still considering how to ask what his actual contract was when we turn the last corner before the meeting room, and Sin stops us, looking at the app for a moment longer before shoving it into his pocket.
“As you said, five plus Krystof. Any of these fuckers we should be worried about besides him?”
I shake my head. “Board is made of a bunch of pussies. They won’t be any trouble.”
Sin nods, his attention on the door across the hall from us. I’m surprised to see how tense he is, but I’ve been dreaming for the last month of killing my brother. Perhaps the idea is just too new for him to grasp.
Disregarding his unease, I tighten my grip on the pistol.
“Let’s do this.”
