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There’s no need to say anything else.
I’ve already made my decision.
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34
ADRIK
As soon as we get home Sabrina goes right to bed, and in the morning when I wake she’s already gone.
It’s unusual for her to wake up first. She’s obviously avoiding me.
I come downstairs to the main floor, noting the still silence of the house. Andrei and Hakim are still asleep as per usual, and no one else is around.
I start to make breakfast on the old stove, taking a pack of bacon and a carton of brown speckled eggs out of the fridge. Before I’ve even set out the skillet, I find myself walking out the front door, checking the carport where—as I suspected—the black SUV is nowhere to be seen.
Chief is stumbling into the kitchen when I return, his hair sticking up in all directions, pushing his glasses up so he can rub his eyes with the back of his knuckles.
“Where’s Sabrina?“ I ask.
“I dunno, I just got up.”
Vlad comes up from the basement a moment later, sweaty and red-faced.
“Where’s Sabrina and Jasper?”
He shrugs. “I haven’t seen anybody.”
I pull out my phone, launching the app that lets me track Sabrina’s phone. I find her little blue dot in Izmaylovo. Instantly, I know what she’s doing.
“Where are you going?” Chief says, as I switch off the stove.
“I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Aren’t you gonna make bacon?”
“Make it yourself.”
I tuck my gun inside my jacket and grab my helmet, roaring off on my bike even though the roads are wet and slushy.
I head straight to Izmaylovo, to the dingy little restaurant I’ve deliberately never visited. Written across the plate-glass windows in faded script I see the promise,Svizhi Pyrohy!, Fresh Pierogies!.
The restaurant isn’t open yet, but the door is unlocked. A goon in an overcoat lurks inside, sitting at one of the un-set tables, fucking around on his phone.
“Where are they?” I demand.
Unconsciously, he glances toward the kitchen. I stride off in that direction while he shoves back his chair and almost trips over his own feet trying to chase after me.
Angry Too – Lola Blanc
Spotify → geni.us/savage-spotify
Apple Music → geni.us/savage-apple
I shove open the swinging doors. Four faces turn in my direction, each bearing a completely different expression: Sabrina’s is a flash of surprise that quickly turns to annoyance, Jasper looks like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar, Krystiyan’s henchman shouts something at the other goon in Ukrainian—probablyYou were supposed to be watching the door, you dumb shit—and Krystiyan himself gives me a smirk so enraging that my hand twitches to shoot him right then and there.
“Adrik. Nice of you to join us.”
