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“Yan! Don’t faint. Think of your stupid boss and Kolya and Jeremy.” My voice is urgent, hysterical almost. He’s the only semblance of a friend I’ve had ever since I stepped into Lia’s shoes.
His dry lips twitch, but he doesn’t attempt to open his eyes.
“Yan!”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Rifle Man turns around and hits me across the face with the tip of his rifle. Pain explodes over my temple and I taste metal from my lips.
Tears fill my eyes from the stinging pain, but I don’t let them out. I don’t release Yan’s inert, cold body either.
The car comes to a halt and I shrink further into Yan. If they throw him in the middle of nowhere, he won’t be able to survive.
“It’s time you deal with this bitch.” Rifle Man retrieves a cigarette. “I’m so tired of her annoying voice—”
His cigarette falls from his fingers when the driver shoots him between the eyes. His head lolls to the side, face contorted in surprise.
I gasp, my whole body going rigid. He just shot his partner.
The driver tips his head down, and the black hat hides his expression. His hand, covered by a black leather glove, rests on the steering wheel, and his other one that’s holding the gun is on his lap. His posture is relaxed, nonchalant.
“Noisy fucker,” he mutters casually.
My lips part as the realization slams into me. It’s the same voice from my nightmare.
The same tone.
The same tenor.
You have one mission. Pull the fucking trigger.
The shadow. The shadow is here.
“Long time no see, Duchess,” he says without turning around. “Miss me?”
I try to wiggle sideways to see him, but the hat and the mask still camouflage his face.
“Who are you?” My voice is calm but cautious.
“Who am I is an interesting way of putting it. Who are you, Duchess? What’s your mission?”
“I have no mission.”
“Yes, you do.” He twirls the gun in his hand, his forefinger pressing on the trigger. “You know it. I know it. If you don’t make it happen, you’ll pay the price.”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” my lips tremble as the words leave them.
“Finding openings to talk to you is tedious as fuck, Duchess. Stop wasting my time and make it happen. I’ll check on you soon.” He gets out of the car, and before I can release a breath, he yanks my door open and wrenches me out.
I hold on to Yan and we both tumble to the ground. It’s dark outside. So dark that I can barely see the contours of Yan’s face.
The shadow stands in front of me, but there’s no way of making out who he is. He’s tall, lean, and smells like…bleach.
Bleach…why does he smell like that and why is it familiar?
“I’m not a patient man, Duchess. So don’t test my limits.”
And with that, he climbs in the car. The tires screech on the gravel and dirt before it shoots into the distance.
He’s leaving us here?
