I shake my head. “I’m not.”
He raises his pistol then, pointing at my chest. “I want Katarina back.”
“No. She’s mine now.”
“Yours?” He sneers. “She has always been mine. Mine with which to do whatever I wish.”
He’s trying to get a reaction from me. It won’t work. “I’ve seen the scars. I’m aware of your…predilections.”
“Then you know, I’m also inclined to winning.”
I raise my gun even as Ivan takes two steps closer. “So am I.”
He keeps smiling. “Oh, but Your Grace, we have a pattern where you lose.”
My brows lift. “Once does not make a pattern.”
“Twice,” he laughs. “Bring her in.”
My blood runs cold as I catch the sight of Ken out of the corner of my eye. He’s just feet away, and next to him, with a gun to her head, is Katarina.
But my girl doesn’t look frightened, she looks…furious.
Her anger steadies my heartbeat and calm washes through me.
I would do anything for her. Even die.
Which is why, without hesitation, I pull the trigger.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Katarina
Next to me,Ken drops like a stone.
I stare for a second, attempting to process. Win had a clear shot at my father. Why would Ken be on the ground?
Win is ten feet from me, my father across the ballroom. Did Win shoot Ken? Why? He had a clear shot at my father.
All my hate radiates out through my eyes as I lock gazes with the man who tortured me for years.
My teeth gnash together, my fists balling at my sides.
It occurs to me to duck, and I start for the floor at the exact moment that Ivan fires.
Win fires too, but I don’t have it in me to watch, as the bullet whizzes past my head. I hear it, feel the movement of the air as I hit the floor.
Distantly, I hear Win roar as more shots pop off. But I don’t open my eyes for a few seconds as I orient myself on the floor.
I lift my head and find Win crouched in front of me. Again, I struggle to process. “Win?”
He should be chasing my father, not in front of me.
The deal is that we’re here for revenge. “Win?” I ask again.
His gun is pointed at the far doorway, his eyes trained in the same direction. “How bad?”
I blink, trying to understand what he’s talking about. Then I look down at my left arm where blood surges toward the floor.
