Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“I’m guessing he wants us to straighten out the issue of you wanting to leave the premises,” Maxim says mildly from beside us.
Oleg nods.
Okay, that makes sense. But I’m still pissed. “Don’t say talk to Story,” I tell Oleg. His stoicism crumbles under my glare. He blinks. His lips move. I swear to God he mouths the word sorry.
“Was that sorry?” I ask.
He nods. He looks sorry.
“Thank you.” My shoulders sag. I point at my sternum. “You talk to me. Don’t make them do it for you. I don’t even know them.”
I barely know Oleg, I think, but then acknowledge it’s not true. I know him intimately. And I feel like I’ve always known him.
Oleg appears daunted. I don’t think he’s breathing. He looks at his phone and back at me. Then he types something.
Ravil reads it. “I need you to stay here. Please, lastochka.” Ravil looks at Maxim. “What bird is that in English?
Maxim clears his throat. “Swallow.”
Swallow. He has a pet name for me. And I’d never heard it. But like any songbird, I hate to be caged. The anxiety I feel before I break things off with a guy rears up strongly. “I have lessons to teach, starting tomorrow. And gigs Friday and Saturday.”
Yeah, I’m being irrational. I had a gun to my head last night. I shouldn’t be thinking about lessons and gigs.
Oleg scowls and shakes his head.
Maxim interjects, “Sorry, sweetheart. You’re going to sit tight while we figure out who’s after you and Oleg and make it go away.”
“That’s right,” Ravil says. “I hate to paint the picture for you, but I will. Someone wants what’s in Oleg’s head, and they know he cares about you, which means your life’s in danger. Unless you want to get picked up and tortured while Oleg watches, you’ll stay where we can protect you. I’m not going to elaborate on what would happen after they got what they wanted, if Oleg can even give it to them.”
A muscle tics in Oleg’s cheek. He sucks in a harsh breath through his nostrils.
“Right. Okay.” My voice sounds shaky. That makes sense. I twist my fingers around each other. “Um, yeah. I’ll cancel my lessons.”
“You will.” Ravil walks around to the front of his desk and leans against it.
“But what about the gigs this weekend? I don’t have a replacement.”
Oleg growls his displeasure.
“You’ll cancel them, too, if we don’t have this sorted out,” Ravil says.
Maxim gets up to pace. “Who came after you on Saturday?” he asks Oleg. “Did you know them?”
Oleg shakes his head and types on his phone. Ravil reads the text aloud in English. I didn’t recognize anyone. They seemed like bounty-hunters. “Who wants you?” Ravil asks.
Oleg shrugs and types again. Could be anyone who found out who I worked for. They want to know where to find him, probably. Or where to find one of his associates.
“And do you know?” Ravil asks.
Oleg shakes his head and types, it’s been twelve years. I was in prison and with you. I know nothing.
“But whoever is after you will probably keep trying,” Maxim asks.
Oleg nods.
“Well, maybe the best defense is a good offense,” Maxim says.
No. I hear Oleg say it with his whole being before I even understand what they’re talking about. He didn’t speak or shake his head, but his body goes rigid, and his hands tighten on me.
Apparently Maxim is also practiced at reading Oleg’s non-communication. “You know I’m right.”
Oleg shakes his head.
“Wait...what are we talking about?” I ask.
Ravil catches his hands loosely in his lap. “We’re talking about using you as bait, Story.”
Cold washes over me, especially when Oleg holds me like someone’s trying to rip me from his arms.
“If we don’t get who’s behind these attacks, we can’t stop them from happening. You’ll be hiding here forever, and you’ve already said you’re not up for that.” Ravil looks at Oleg. “We’ll all go to the gig. And I won’t let anyone touch her. We just need to take someone alive, so we can question them. Find out who wants you and what information they’re after. Get to the bottom of this.” He glances at Maxim who holds up his hands in surrender.
“I know. My fault for dispatching the first three without getting answers first. I fucked up,” Maxim admits.
Oleg shakes his head.
Oh God, I’m so out of my mind. “Yes,” I answer. “Let’s do it.” I can’t cancel the gigs. There’s no one who can replace me, and I don’t want to leave the bars in the lurch. It’s unprofessional. Anxiety churns in my stomach, but I trust these guys to protect me. Oleg alone is a formidable bodyguard. He rescued me when he was outgunned, and I was already in the enemy’s hands. If all of his gang or friends or whatever are going to be there, I’ll probably be safe.