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I watch as his eyes widen and realization sets in, then he slumps back and doesn’t move again.
Elena tests his pulse.
“He’s dead.”
Holy shit, that was quick!
She picks up her phone, types something into it, and places it back
in her bag. “We need to go,” she says, grabbing my arm as she hauls me out of the room.
Dmitri is waiting outside with the biggest smile on his face. “Have fun, ladies?”
“Always.” Elena pulls him in for a heated kiss.
Dmitri pushes her up against the wall. It’s as if they’re on an adrenaline high. The situation becomes kind of awkward.
“Maxim is on his way up the stairs,” Brooks tells me.
Moments later, I see his black hair, then his handsome face. I run to him, and he picks me up in his arms, holding me tight.
“I’m so sorry, baby. It’s time to go now.” Maxim stills when he sees the make-out session between Elena and Dmitri. “It’s time to go!” he calls to them.
Elena disentangles herself. She fixes her hair and pulls her dress back into place.
“You guys go and get a head start. I’ll meet you by the car,” Dmitri says and smiles at Elena before kissing her cheeks one last time.
It’s not until we get halfway through the garden that we hear the commotion behind us.
“There they are!” Dmitri’s voice yells. “Maxim Vasiliev just killed my uncle and is stealing my jewels.”
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MAXIM
“Fuck. Run,” I scream at Grace. That motherfucking, two-timing snake.
“Sergei will meet you at the gate to your west about one hundred feet from your location,” Brooks says into my earpiece.
I pull my handgun from its holster and fire at Dmitri and his guards. Fucking double-crossing scum. What the hell kind of shit is he playing at?
Elena pulls a small handgun from under her dress and starts firing, too.
They’re gaining on us. All I can hear is Grace screaming as the bullets fly past her. When Grace stumbles and twists her ankle, I grab her as she starts to fall and hold her with one arm.
“Keep going, Wildcat,” I scream at her.
Then I see Sergei through the clearing, waiting with a town car, thank fuck—a limousine would never get us out of here in time. The door is open, and I throw Grace into it with Elena.
I dive in last and slam the door shut.
Sergei puts his foot to the floor and gets us out of there as bullets hit the side of the car.
“What the fuck just happened?” I say through labored breaths.
“Dmitri fucking double-crossed us,” Elena says.
“No shit,” Grace says angrily. “I could have told you he would, but no one listens to me.”
