Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Kuzlov, I’ve got some information for you.”
Peter. Why was Peter talking to Vik?
“Who is this?”
“Peter Nikitin. You have my sister and we’ve got to come up with some kind of deal. I don’t want my sister hurt. You wanted to marry her once, remember? I’m pretty sure together we’d make a great team.”
This couldn’t be possible. Why would her brother be there attempting to make some kind of deal? None of this made any sense to her.
She felt sick to her stomach. This couldn’t be happening.
Peter was Mikhail’s best friend. There was no way he’d sell him out. No way at all. They had to be playing some kind of plan.
“Where are my men?” Vik asked.
“Here, talk to them.”
“Vik, he’s a good guy. He hasn’t got a gun, he’s good.”
Galina looked over at Vik and she didn’t have a clue who that guy’s voice was. Mikhail hadn’t come but her brother had. This didn’t make any sense.
“Come on up, kid,” Vik said. He started to laugh and she hated the sound. “I should have known your brother was weak.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t?” He tutted. “Your brother wants to make a deal with me and he’s about to save your ass.”
Galina’s hands clenched into fists.
There was a knock at the door less than five minutes later.
That couldn’t be possible. She had timed that it takes close to ten minutes to get from the main reception to the elevator. If all the men in the building were correct, the elevator needed time to descend, then for them to get on before climbing up to the main floor. Whoever was at the door couldn’t be Peter.
She kept her gaze on Vik as she listened. There was the door opening, and then nothing.
Seconds passed. It could have been minutes, but then nothing. No sound.
Vik’s guard on the left went down, and she saw blood appearing from his neck. The right one had gone down as well, and then it was just her, Vik, and as she spun around, Mikhail. He’d stepped into the room, holding a gun.
“Hello, Vik.”
“I should have known!” he growled and Galina cried out as within seconds, Vik held her in his arms, with a gun pointed to her head.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Peter said, stepping into the room, gun raised, pointing in their direction.
“You lied.”
“It was all a little too easy for me to do.” He snorted. “You walked right into that one, thinking I’d betray my best friend and my sister.”
“It’s over, Vik,” Mikhail said. “Let her go.”
“Oh, no, you don’t get to do this to me. Not again. She was meant to be mine. All of this is fucking mine.”
“It was never yours. None of this is yours and you’re not going to make it out of here alive.”
Vik chuckled. “You think so.” The gun at her temple seemed to dig into her head even more and she couldn’t help but yelp. “Then how about I take your precious wife with me? I think that would be suitable. You can kill me, but I take her with me.”
She looked at Mikhail and there was something in his eyes, the sheer panic, or fear, or something. She’d never seen him look so afraid. Why?
Then she remembered they had trained for this moment. Galina knew there was a high risk of her getting shot right now. But what was the harm in trying? She had enough wriggle room that she moved her hand behind her, and then grabbed ahold of Vik’s cock.
The hated spiel coming from him instantly stopped. The moment she got hold of his dick, she had the element of surprise, which was exactly what she was going for.
Galina didn’t waste a moment. She tightened her grip, twisted it, and wanted to rip his cock right off, but the moment he let her go, she loosened her grip and dove out of the way. She didn’t want to get in the way of a stray bullet.
Her heart raced. She felt a little sick. But she heard the gunshots and the sound of a body falling to the ground. It was done.
Pushing her hair out of the way, she didn’t have time to move because Mikhail was right there. He cupped her face, but not too tightly, just held her, and then tilted her head back and took possession of her mouth.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Mikhail asked.
“It worked. Why did you come?”
“What are you talking about?”
She cupped his face. “Don’t you get it? He wanted to kill you and take every single thing that is yours.” She let out a little growl. “You’re so frustrating.”
Peter cleared his throat.
“And what the hell was that? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She stamped her foot.
“I love you,” Mikhail said.
This made her gasp and turn her attention back to Mikhail. “What?”