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“Please, Miss,” Oleg says, pulling her toward the car as I turn around.
“Roman!”
However, before I can say anything, I hear another man screaming, charging at me from behind. Another shot echoes through the air, and as I turn to look, I find the man already dead and on the ground.
…And Abigail holding Oleg’s gun.
Chapter Twenty-Six
ABBY
I’ll never forget the life leaving his eyes.
I’ve killed my fair share of men, but I’d never actually seen them… die.
I enjoyed the waiting.
That was the best part for me, not seeing them die, going home and waiting for there to be a news report, scrolling through the obituaries, hunting down the death certificates.
The thrill kept me going, it was like a surprise.
But the only surprise I see right now is the look on Roman’s face as he stares back at me, his jaw slack.
He whipped his head round so fast toward the sound of the gun firing that he didn’t even register it was me that pulled the trigger.
His gun is pointed directly at me, as are the guns of his men. He jolts, the pistol in his hand dropping just as fast, before tucking it away.
“Lower your fucking weapons!” He yells, and his men follow the command. My eyes glance down to the gun in my hand, still pointed at where the attacker stood, watching it shake.
Why is it shaking? Do they do that? Do guns shake?
It only gets worse as I realize it’s not the gun that’s shaking…it’s me.
“Fuck!” Roman exclaims, his hand roughly tugging its way through his hair. “How the fuck did this even happen?”
“Boss…” A man to my left starts, but it fizzles out as I stare forward, my eyes blurring as everything shifts out of focus.
Drawing in a deep breath, I feel the air fill my lungs, as I hold it, before releasing out my nose.
After a moment my eyes start to focus again, only to see the blood pooling around the dead man’s head, staining the concrete as it tries to seep into the earth. With each beat of my heart his blond hair turns crimson.
The gun drops from my hand, the sound echoing through the alley as all eyes dart back to me again.
Roman curses under his breath before turning back to his men.
“You!” He points to the man to my left who’s burning a hole into the side of my face with his gaze. “Get the fucking shells.”
Roman slowly walks forward, looking past me, at another one of his men, who is also staring at me.
“Someone clean this up! Now!” He hisses, venom pouring from his mouth.
“Yes, Boss.”
“We were never fucking here. Abby was never fucking here!” He thunders, glaring at each one of them before stopping in front of me.
He gently takes my hand, which is still shaking, and still outstretched, frozen in place.
“Foxy…” He sighs, my name sounding like a prayer from his lips.