“Neka da vidim kakvo imash, krasavetso,” Boris hisses, punching his palm.Let’s see what you’ve got, pretty boy.
“That sounds cute,” Adam says, cracking his neck. “Let’s see those pirouettes, you fucking creep.” He jumps in the air twice.
“You talk too much,” Boris growls, that heavy Slavic accent dragging every word. Then he leaps at Adam, and Georgi follows.
Oh my God, I can’t watch this. I turn my back and keep praying for Adam to get back alive from this. I try to read the faces around me. Dad’s face is absolutely unreadable. Actually, no. He seems amused, as if watching his favorite show. Such a sadistic man.
“Ohh!” Dad’s men say in unison, scrunching their faces just before I hear a loud smack as someone hits the ground. Then another.
I turn just as Adam pushes himself upright, chest heaving, blood smeared across his mouth as he wipes it away with his hand.
Was that all it took?
Boris is sprawled on the ground, barely moving. Georgi lies flat on his back, eyes blown wide, staring at nothing.
Is he … dead?
“Now the show is over, can we all go home?” he taunts, looking at my father.
“No,” Dad says, standing up from the chair. “You’re hired.”
He tilts his head, almost smiling. “Appreciate the offer. Still no.”
Wes points a gun at him again. Ugh, questo bastardo!This bastard!
“Wes!” I shout.
“You just don’t quit, do you?” Adam quips, looking at Wes.
“You’ve been given an order.”
“By whom? The limp with the cane who needs backup just to look like a badass?” He looks at me. “Respectfully.”
At that, everyone points their guns at him.
“Dad, stop it!” I squeal desperately, but I know my voice has no power.
“What makes you think I’m scared?” Adam asks.
Suddenly, Wes grabs my wrist and presses the muzzle against my temple. Adam tenses. “What about now, lover?”
“Wes, what the hell are you doing? Dad?”
One more time, my voice goes unheard. I’m standing dead center in the chaos, ashamed of the mess my family is and terrified of the man who’s supposed to love me unconditionally.And Dad doesn’t even blink when Wes points a fucking gun at his daughter.
He just turns his back … and walks the fuck away.
“Shut up. Boss wants him. He doesn’t repeat himself,” Wes hisses angrily.
“Come on, you think I believe you’ll hurt your boss’s precious princess?” Adam crosses his arms.
Wes cocks the gun’s hammer, making my eyes widen. “No! No, what the hell? You’ll let him kill me?”
Adam pauses for a few seconds, his expression turning solemn and his eyes hollow. “I don’t care.”
Wes presses the gun to my temple, making me hiss. “You’re hurting me!”
Adam’s jaw locks so hard it looks like it might crack. His fists ball at his sides, his knuckles turning white. “Get it off her.”
