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Gabe raises his hand. A burning cigar is placed between his fingers. “We’re aware. He’s caused a lot of trouble in the city to get only half. There’s a reason you only give that kind of money to people you can trust to handle it.”
“You don’t tell me what to do with my money,” Mikhail mutters.
“There are other ways to make it back. I’m sure Sloane could make you good money with her body.”
The table goes silent.
“She’s a pretty girl, worth fifty for a session.”
“Jesus,” I mutter, my jaw opening slightly. The man’s trying to imply I’m a whore.
That’s fantastic.
I turn to look a Mikhail. His eyes turn dark and his body tenses. If I thought he was terrifying before, that was nothing compared to how he looks right now. His head tilts back faintly and his hand brushes past his lips before he reaches behind his back.
“Don’t—” Max starts, but he’s interrupted.
In a flash of a moment, my body jolts with shock, my eyes slam shut, and my ears ring. I slowly open my eyes to find blood splattered across my body.
Not my blood.
“—do it ...” Max mutters, finishing his sentence.
I look back at Mikhail as he puts the gun down on the table. His hand reaches for mine and he grabs onto it firmly. My body’s still shaking from the sound of the shot.
With his jaw clenched, he directs his eyes to me. “I’m sorry,” he mutters before he clears his throat and pushes his chair back.
Sorry for what? Sorry for killing the man? Sorry for doing it in front of me? Sorry for Gabe’s insult?
I don’t watch him leave, but I can tell he’s beyond pissed off.
Everyone follows him out of the room besides Max.
I finally let go of the air I’ve been holding onto. My breath is heavy and uneasy as I stare at the dead man. Blood falls down from the hole in the center of his forehead.
Drip, drip, drip.
I can’t stop shaking. I’ve never seen anyone get killed before. And I never thought it would be to protect my honor.
“I told you,” Max says, taking a sip of champagne, “very protective over you.”
“I can see that.” I reach for my glass and gulp down the entire flute. After the last sip, it feels as if my entire body is numb. It’s not the alcohol; it’s the dead man staring at me. Looking at me as if I can help him.
“And that’s only the beginning, sweetheart,” Max says proudly as he gets up out of his seat, leaving the room.
“Great,” I say to myself, refusing to look away from the man’s glassy eyes.
CHAPTER17
MIKHAIL
I’m fucking furious.
I never liked him, but that was the last straw. Sloane is more than just a body.
“Mikhail.” Lev places his hand on my shoulder. “Take this.” He hands me a glass of whiskey.
I turn toward all the men staring at me. “It would’ve happened eventually,” I admit.
