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I try to convince myself that Luka is fine.
“And you acted alone?” he asks.
I nod. “The other man only confessed because he didn’t want me to get in trouble. He thought he wouldn’t be punished for it in the same way I would be.”
“Luka, you mean,” Edgar says, his mouth tilting up in a half smile.
My heart stutters, and I nod.
“I saw his face when he first arrived and suspected his identity, but once he showed such a great interest in you, I was certain.”
He knew all along.
I can’t believe we were both so naïve to believe we were actually fooling anyone.
“Why didn’t you do anything?” I ask.
“Because he was paying for you,” Edgar said. “Large amounts of money. By every account, it seemed as though Luka Volkov was going to play by our rules, and that was fine by us. Regardless of what Rian Morrison wanted, if he bid on you and won, we would honor that purchase.”
I drop my chin to my chest, exhaustion taking over all at once.
Our plan would have worked. If we could have just kept our heads down and finished out the last two days, it would have worked.
“But you two had to go and fuck it up,” Edgar said, clicking his tongue. “By killing one of our largest contributors, too. Big mistake.”
“It was me,” I say. “Only me. I told you.”
Edgar sighs and tilts his head to the side. “You look sincere, but I’m not sure I believe you. I didn’t have constant eyes on you, but I think I saw you in the lounge all morning.”
“I was only with Joel for a few minutes before he attacked me,” I say. “It was fast.”
“Are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
If they kill me, that’s fine. Luka can still get out. He can still find Milaya. They can still have a life together. And that is all that matters.
I nod. “Yes.”
Edgar moves towards me, stopping when he is just a breath away. He grabs the front of my robe and lifts me up until we are standing nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes.
Then, his fist buries itself in my stomach.
The air rushes out of me, and I gasp, trying to fill my lungs.
Edgar lets go of my robe, letting me drop back down into the metal chair. “I still don’t believe you.”
Just then, the door opens and a guard steps inside. There is blood splattered on his face, and even Edgar’s eyes widen when he sees him.
“We’ve lost men,” the guard says. “Not sure on numbers yet.”
“And Luka?” Edgar asks.
I’m still fighting for air, but I pause, hanging on every word.
Please be alive. Please be alive. Please be alive.
“Shot,” the guard says. “Several times.”
My world narrows. My heart shrivels in my chest, and it takes every ounce of strength left in my body to stay seated and not slide to the floor.
