Page 131 of Sinful Hearts
He won’t miss.
He’s one of the best snipers I know.
I wait for the sweet sound of a bullet firing.
But it never comes.
“What the fuck?” Antonio shouts, curving his shoulders as he leans in to get a better look through the rear windshield.
I check the mirror and mentally repeat his words.
Lev is standing through the sunroof of the SUV, waving his arms in the air, and motions for us to pull over. I check my phone, seeing missed calls from him.
“Should we stop?” I ask Antonio, easing off the gas some.
He doesn’t lower the gun. “Sure. I’ve had a boring day. Might as well try to punish the fucker who made us go on a high-speed chase before I’ve had my second coffee.”
I turn into a side alley.
The SUV slides in behind us.
I slam the car into park and glance at Antonio.
I kill the engine, wishing I were killing Lev or Aleksy instead. Antonio and I each shove a Glock in our waistband. He keeps the AK in his hand as we step out. Both of us are wary of what the fuck we’re about to walk into.
My blood boils as Lev hops out of the passenger seat of the SUV, all smiles, as if this were all just a game.
“What the fuck is this, Lev?” I demand.
Before he can answer, the SUV’s back door opens.
A large man in a striped navy suit steps out, calm and collected.
My jaw tightens. “Who the fuck are you?”
Antonio stiffens and mutters, “Fuck.”
The man looks at Antonio first. “Lombardi.” Then he nods toward me. “Emilio.”
His Russian is thick enough to choke on.
He coldly smiles at us. “We have important things to discuss.”
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I studythe space around me, impressed with the shelter’s clinic room that smells like lemon disinfectant.
It’s not like I expected somethingbad.
But this is hospital-worthy.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
It seems when the Lombardi men help their wives, they go all out.
There’s no giving the bare minimum with them.
From what I learned, Julian helped fund Safe Hearts to move into a different building. Somewhere with more square footage, better privacy, and higher security.
