Chapter 32 Gennadiy
GENNADIY
Blyat’. Cold fear like I’d never known, wrapped around my heart and squeezed. “You’ve got it wrong,” I grunted to Finn. “We’re just working together.”
“Bullshit,” said Finn. “I saw your face when I flirted with her. Put your gun down, or I put a hole right through that pretty face.”
Chyort! His flirting had been a ploy, and like an idiot, I’d fallen for it. I’d never normally make that kind of mistake. This is why having feelings for someone is a bad idea. “If you hurt her, I will end you,” I promised.
“Yeah,” drawled Finn. “But she’ll still be dead. Now put your gun down. I’ll count to three.”
There was a rumble of thunder, right overhead, and rain started to lash the windows. I knew I couldn’t put my gun down. If I did, Finn would kill all of us.
“One,” said Finn.
I held my gun rock steady. Finn was behind this whole thing; he had to be. I couldn’t trust him.
“Two,” said Finn.
If I lowered my gun, he’d kill all of us. My finger tensed on the trigger, ready to shoot as soon as he did. I’m sorry, Alison.
“Thr—”
I couldn’t do it. I knew it was useless.
I knew Finn would kill us all. But if there was even a tiny chance to save her, I had to take it.
My arm dropped to my side. I heard Radimir draw in his breath in shock.
..and then he, Valentin and Mikhail lowered their guns, too.
Mikhail snapped out a command in Russian, and his dogs stopped growling and sat quietly.
And I stared down the barrel of Finn’s gun and waited for whatever came next.