on't give me that attitude," he fumed, his voice ro

ian

ll looked

ed sarcastically. He gave me a hard look, but before he c

d them in the face, realizing it was the guard I had seen earlier.

I turned, and the hot guy threw my gun at me

wung him in front of me, using him as a shield while gunshots got fir

everywhere and dripping onto me, running my p

cover and looking to see how many men

listened to how many guns were firing, trying to get an idea of how many

bullets I had left, but quickly remembered I still had my blades. I stood up and shot two guys from above, throwing the empty gun to the ground. I

own. Four

I heard curse words from t

have been shooting

oved out of the way, blocking every p

he. He tried to take my heel off with his hands, but my hold was too strong. Another man tried

l, making him stumble back before I glanced d

six. T

him too and jumped onto one of the tables, using it as support as

he was starting to lose consciousness and struggled to breathe. His eyes rolled back, and he went limp before hitting the ground. I flipped ove

n, e

hey stared back at me. If they were my enemies, they would've killed me alre

ng as

ont to leave since I already kne

f another way I could locate him. I knew that I

hat I felt when he ripped my life into shreds. It took me this long to fin

ing me back. I looked up and glared a

are you?" he

k away again, but he grabbed me once

e time and I'll

h him, but he grabbed my wrist again. So I tried to knee him, but he grabbed the ba

lling to the ground and on my back. Everything happened fast and when I landed, I grew dizzy

actual fu

ed my gaze, trying to wrap my head around this, but my mind went blank

minated me, running his hand down my thigh until he reached my strap with my blades and took one o

ou?" He asked slowly. His voice radiated power, bu

k. o

if you have the whole Russian mafia behind your back," he said in a surprisingly calm tone. He traced the b

om beside him. Before he could do anything else, I quickly released my hand and grabbed the blade from the mystery man's hand, keepi

started to peek through. He took his eyes off me and glanced at t

showed he didn't want to say that. He probably wanted to strangle me instead fo

ip. His brown eyes darkened, and he stared at me, his

hter of Lorenzo Alfonso, aka the don of the Spanish mafia. I wa

im, and I pushed myself up, making him fall off me and stand quickly, but he was just as quick and stood in front of