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“I have to get out of here, Dmitri,” I tried to pull from him, but he only held tighter. Ice ran through my veins. Janusz was dead, and Henry blamed me.
“So, help me, Aleksandra; if you do not listen to me, you will be very sorry.” His jaw clenched when he spoke, like he was doing his best to keep his temper in check and was about to lose.
“Dmitri, what do we do with him?” A voice came from somewhere behind Dmitri. I could see around him. He’d become a wall, separating me from the violence and death on the other side.
“Go.” He ordered and jerked his head toward the door. “In the office.”
I nodded until he let go of my arm, and I took an unsteady step away from him. With one last look at the blood on the floor, I ran out into the hallway.
The bar was already closed for the night. No one other than the manager in the back.
“I’ll get her. I swear it!” Henry’s voice trailed out of the back room. “This is her fault!”
I stopped outside the office door. Looking back down the hall, I heard the grunts of a man in pain. Were they beating him? Would they kill him right there?
I’d seen it all.
I was a witness.
And I knew how the Polish mafia dealt with witnesses.
I ran to the break room, grabbed my purse, and bolted. I’d made enough mistakes already.
Sticking around to see what they were going to do to me wouldn’t be another. I made my first wise decision in months.
I ran.
Chapter 2
Aleksandra
Henry Nowak returns home after spending two years on a sabbatical in Europe. Possible run for Mayor in his future.
I gripped my phone, staring at the headline glaring up at me. Slowly, the thump of the club music came back from the fog, and the colored lighting swirling over the dance floor became vibrant again.
“Hey, Alex, your drinks are up.” Kristov, my manager, leaned into my ear. “You okay?”
I swiped away the news app and shoved my phone into the back pocket of my jeans.
“Yeah. I’m good.” I pushed a smile on and lifted the tray of drinks from the bar. “Thanks.”
“Sure.” His brow wrinkled. “You sure you’re good?”
“Perfect.” I made my way from behind the bar toward the VIP lounge in the corner of the club. Enigma reserved tables behind a red velvet rope, making those with the cash to blow feel even more special. Keeping them roped off from the other customers seemed more like a favor to the general population, but I wasn’t going to verbalize my thoughts on the matter. They may be a bunch of pricks, but they had the cash to back up the attitude.
And I needed the money.
Anton, the bouncer stationed at the VIP entrance, nodded as he unhooked the rope for me to get past.
“Alex.” He grinned. “You’re looking good tonight.”
I laughed. “You say that every night.” I moved past him, balancing the tray on one hand. “Still not gonna date you.”
He feigned heartbreak, and I moved through the high-top tables toward the booths on the edge of the area. I found my table, a group of girls in their early twenties laughing and cheering as three of them held the left hand of the fourth. As I rested the tray on the edge of the table, I got an eyeful at the star of the show. A huge ass diamond sat on her ring finger.
“Oh, our drinks!” The bride-to-be pulled her hand free from her friends. “We should have ordered champagne.” She pouted.
“I can grab a bottle if you want,” I offered as I dealt out their wines and frozen margaritas.
