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I tried to shove him, but the scrawny asshole was sturdier than he looked.
Dmitri leaned against the doorframe like this entire thing bored the hell out of him.
“Sure, Zigmond, an agreement. You let her go, and I let you live.” Dmitri shrugged.
“I don’t have time for this.” Zigmond pulled a gun from his waistband, pressing it against my temple. “I’m taking her back with me, Dmitri. Henry will pay top dollar for her.”
“Henry will pay you nothing. He’s a lying cock sucker who doesn’t give a shit about you.” Dmitri shot back. “Let her go before you get yourself killed.”
“Go back inside,” Zigmond yelled.
Dmitri shook his head, dropping his hands to his sides. “Do you really think you’d come up here and just take what’s mine?”
“She’s not yours.” Zigmond’s voice trembled.
“You really suck at this,” Dmitri said from the porch.
“You know she has to go. She knows too much. No loose ends.” Zigmond urged. The tip of the gun shook against my temple. Clenching my jaw, I tried to keep as still as possible, not wanting to give him any reason to squeeze that trigger.
“I’ll give you a head start. Get in your car and go.” Dmitri straightened from the door frame.
“What? No. I need that money. I have to have it.” The man looked ready to cry. I almost felt bad for the bastard. I’ve felt that sort of desperation before.
“Not gonna happen.” Dmitri stepped off the patio.
“Don’t come over here, Dmitri. I’ll take her out. I swear it.” He shuffled in his step. Nervously readjusted his grip on the gun. “Henry doesn’t care if she’s dead when she arrives or not.”
“Hurt her, and you won’t make it off the property,” Dmitri warned, but he was lying. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew Dmitri had already made his decision. Zigmond wasn’t leaving this place in one piece.
“Just give her to me!” Zigmond jerked his arms. The gun went off. A bullet dug into the dirt an inch from Dmitri’s bare foot.
Another gunshot rang out. Zigmond dropped, yanking me down with him. I landed on top of him. The gun flew away.
I shuffled up to my elbows. Zigmond’s eyes were open, vacant of life.
“What the fuck!” I cried out, scrambling back and getting to my feet. Dimtri stood at the porch, tucking his gun back into the waistband of his jeans. Cold eyes met mine.
“Pick up my keys and get inside.” Any warmth I’d enjoyed from him earlier was gone.
“Dmitri.” I swallowed. “Who is he?” I pointed at the dead man on the ground.
“An asshole who owed a lot of people a lot of money. Get in the house. Now.” He picked up the gun on the ground then put his hand out to me. “My keys.”
“I–” My words cut dead when my eyes met his. A chill ran through me.
I dropped the keys in his palm.
“I’m going to take care of him, then we’re leaving.” He jerked his head to the front door. “Step one toe out of that cabin before I say so and I’ll tie you hand to foot and throw you in the trunk.”
I swallowed back the apology dancing on my tongue. He wouldn’t accept it, and really, did I owe him one?
I left him to his work and went back into the cabin, pacing until he finished.
An hour later, when he came inside, he walked past me to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I sank on the bed and stared at the closed door. The shower turned on. Of course, he’d want to wash off the blood and dirt.
When he came out again, he was dressed in a clean shirt and jeans. Silently, he made his way around the room, grabbing his boots and socks. I scooted over on the bed, giving him room to sit, but he left me and went into the kitchen. A second later, a chair scraped against the floorboards. I took a long breath.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed my bag from the dresser.
