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I lie in wait, making room for the off-chance that these two men are just random, innocent people with no ulterior motive. Then the shorter man points to the second floor. I follow his finger to see it aimed at…
Door number four.
So much for that theory.
I screw a silencer on my gun and keep inching around the car so that their backs are to me. I have a clear shot at both men but I only need one alive.
I’ve always been a good shot. But when I’m pissed off, I’m agreatone. There’s something about the anger that gives me tunnel vision. It’s like I’m looking through a long lens camera and there’s nothing else in the world but my target and me.
Someone—and I have a pretty good idea I know who—thought sending hired assassins after my family was a good idea. That someone is going to find out just how stupid a move that was.
I’m going to send him back so many bodies that the only discernible conclusion to draw will be obvious.
He’sgoing to be next.
7
RUSLAN
The tall one goes down like a toy soldier.
I might as well have flicked him down with my fingers. He tumbles over, face-first, into the ground without emitting so much as a gasp. His companion doesn’t even notice until his question goes unanswered.
“… Jannik? How do you wanna do this…? Jannik?”
I’m already halfway to him when he turns and notices that Jannik’s eating cement in a pool of his own blood. As soon as he sees me coming, he pales, twisting around while he fumbles for his gun.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He freezes with his hands suspended in mid-air. “Hands up where I can see them.”
“W-who are you?”
“The better question is, who areyou?”
“I-I-I…”
I roll my eyes. “He hired the very best, didn’t he?” I mutter under my breath.
Clearly, Adrik didn’t think he needed to send his best men to deal with a woman and three children. His fucking mistake. This poor bastard’s price to pay.
“Listen…”
“No,youlisten,” I snarl. “You have five seconds to tell me who hired you or else you’re going to be drinking your own blood just like Jannik there.”
The conflict in his eyes is evident. His gaze darts between me and Jannik, Jannik and me. For a moment, it even veers up to the second floor of the motel.
What should he choose?Self-preservation or certain death?
The joke’s on him, though. He’s facing death either way. I just need to make him believe he has a way out.
“Four seconds.”
He licks his lips. “Listen, man. I’m not who you think I—”
“Three seconds.”
His right hand keeps twitching in place. He’s still got them raised but they’re creeping lower with every passing second.
Don’t be a fucking idiot.
