“Who do you work for?”Alexey asked.
The man grunted and attempted to crawl away.
Alexey slammed his foot on the man’s back, and then he did it again.He had his gun ready and shoved him around.The gunman had a knife, which he attempted to slice across Alexey’s stomach.Alexey caught the hand that held the knife, twisted it, and shoved the blade right to the hilt into the gunman.
“Give me a name.”
It didn’t matter if he got a name or not.He tightened his grip around the man’s hand and twisted the knife.
Tears fell from the man’s eyes.Alexey looked into his eyes, so that he could see what his future was going to be.Death was coming.Right now, it wasn’t going to be quick, but it was coming.He stared right at him and waited.
And then, he got his name.
“Vincent Morello.”
So now, that son of a bitch was attempting to kill him, and that put a whole new spin on things.
Chapter Seven
One Week Later
Jane had to wear a wig, along with some glasses and a large trench coat.Her whole appearance needed to be changed to get her into the hospital.
Alexey refused to allow her to go, but when he came back to the apartment a week ago, covered in blood and looking like something out of a horror movie, she knew she had to help.This was all her fault.
She stepped into the private room where Nikolai was recovering from the attack.She couldn’t believe he had taken not one but six bullets before Alexey had been able to push him out of the way.
Alexey was ...quiet.He had dropped her off at the hospital, and she had offered to stay with his friend and keep an eye on him.Several of his men were at the door, outside and inside.
The threat from Vincent Morello was real.
She made her way toward the counter and placed the flowers she had gotten for Nikolai on the way over, as well as the card she made by hand.Another of those little crafts she was attempting to fill her time with.Or at least, what Alexey was determined to get her to do, so she was distracted from her imprisoned life.
She took a seat and looked at Nikolai.It was horrible to see him in the hospital bed, hooked up to different machines and tubes.This was not the man she had seen so many times.According to Alexey, he had died twice on the operating table, and right now it was still touch-and-go.He was tired a lot and came in and out of sleep regularly.Jane didn’t mind sitting with him.
Alexey, Makar, and Igor had taken turns staying with him.Jane had wanted to do more.She had no words to say.Nikolai was not a close friend.
