Mikhail spits out a breath, his calm mask slipping at the edges, revealing the rage bubbling beneath it.“Of course,” he says flatly, “I expected she would try to kill him.”He pinches his chin, rubbing his thumb and forefinger through his neatly manicured beard.“I just didn't think she'd succeed.”
He tips his chin toward me, his mouth pulling up into a knowing smirk.“Are you to blame for the chaos in her business these days?I've heard rumors of missing girls and dead customers.”
I don't acknowledge the question, since he and I both know the answer.“I have no issue with you or your family,” I state.
“No, I suppose you do not.”
“But,” I let the word hang in the air for a moment, “I will if your men keep coming after me.I'm sure you understand that anyone who does will die.”
Mikhail nods solemnly even as his mouth twitches.In that moment, a silent understanding builds between us.He doesn't care about collateral damage unless it impacts his bottom line.There's a cold indifference in his eyes that mirrors my own.We're similar monsters.Save a select few, the lives lost are meaningless to us.
“I will make you a deal, Mr.Alexander,” he says, flashing his teeth in a demented smile.“Kill the bitch who leads the Rossi family and we can put this all behind us.”
I nod in response and step back out into the nightclub.I leave quickly, avoiding the corpses I left in the hallway, and hoping that Mikhail doesn't change his mind and shoot me in the back.
