Eddie and Robbie are down below, nervously chatting near the shattered remnants of a pedestal where one of his sculptures used to stand. Eddie paces a little, hands twisting in his sweater sleeves, while Robbie leans against a wall, trying to look casual. They’ve got guts, and plenty of determination to go along with it. I just hope it doesn’t go wrong…
They’re bait… but protected.
It’s a risk, but one that they insisted on being part of.
Alexander’s got eyes on them. Ivan’s scanning for any surprises. I watch Eddie, his determination from yesterday still there, but edged with fear.
Be brave boy.
You’ve got this.
Ivan shifts slightly, voice low. “We killing Milo or keeping him alive?”
I keep my eyes on the door. “Alive is the plan. But we need answers. And… if he’s in deep, when this is over… we’ll quietly dispatch him. No loose ends.”
Ivan nods. “And if he admits to the plot here? Tonight?”
My jaw tightens. “Then the answer changes.Fast. No mercy. Cold and done.”
He grunts agreement. No more talk.
The men fall quiet beside me, the only sound Eddie’s soft voice echoing up—something about art supplies, keeping it light. Robbie laughs, forced but genuine enough to pass.
Good.
They’re playing their part.
The front door creaks open.
“Showtime…” Ivan whispers, his hushed tone brimming with adrenalin.
Milo enters, alone. No bodyguards, no entourage. Arrogant or stupid? Probably both. He’s in his usual getup of tailored blazer, glasses, that slick smile already in place as he spots the boys.
“Eddie! And the lovely Robbie. Right on time, my perfect sexy boys!”
Eddie straightens, forces a smile. Robbie looks like he’s ready to throw down with Milo right there on the spot.
“Hey, Milo. Thanks for meeting us like this,” Eddie says, keeping the plan on track.
Milo waves it off, stepping closer, launching into his pitch. I listen from above, every word clear in the empty space…
“Grand plans, boys,” Milo trills. “Under new ownership, this place will be transformed. High-end events, private viewings, maybe even a rooftop addition. The buyer's got vision. Way bigger than that Russian thug who tried strong-arming me before.Jeez.”
Eddie tilts his head. “New owner? Who?”
Milo chuckles evasively. “Details later. But trust me, your show's back on. Bigger budget. More exposure.”
Robbie crosses his arms. “Sounds too good. What's the catch?”
“No catch, Robbie,” Milo answers, a mild note of irritation in his voice. “Just opportunity.”
I’ve heard enough. I signal to Alexander and Ivan. We move in silence down the stairs, shadows within shadows.
I step out first, boots echoing on the concrete. “Opportunity for who, Milo?”
He spins, face draining white. “You?—”
Just like that, Milo makes a break for the door. It’s all too predictable. Alexander’s already there, his massive frame blocking the exit.
