Page 40 of Killer Love

“You’re going to have to be more specific if you plan on walking out of here,” I growl.

His eyes flick to the right as he hears the same honking car as I do. This man is trained, alert — just like me.

“It’s the Snake Eyes master file,” he says. “It’s a list of every member, every job, everything you need to take them out for good.”

“The who?” Yuri spits.

“Snake Eyes,” he says again. “It’s an underground organization made up of the deadliest people you could ever imagine. I work for them as an assassin.”

“Never heard of ‘em.”

“That’d be the point, wouldn’t it?” He looks at me. “You know more about them than you think.”

I pause, letting the dots connect in my head. Bodies littered across Europe and Russia with bullets through their eyes. The hissing man. The cobra tattoo.

Never let a snake loose in Moscow.

“That was you,” I accuse. “Three years ago in the warehouse outside of Moscow—”

“No…” He shakes his head. “I’ve only been in a year and a half.”

“Bullshit.”

“This file can tell you who it was,” he says. “Along with anyone else whose killed on your turf. That means something to you.”

Yuri scoffs. “Think again, you—”

“Yuri…” I stare at him. If what this man says is true, then we could clear my name — without Gio’s help — along with solving the mystery of who killed our grandfather. “Nash dedushka.”

He raises his brow, firing me a quick, pensive look and closes his mouth.

“Da,” the man says, instantly drawing our attention back to him. “Viktor Lutrova znal slishkom mnogo.”

Viktor Lutrova knew too much.

I smirk. “You speak Russian?”

“A little.”

“Hrmm.” I shift on my feet and he does the same, never once dropping his guard. I don’t sense fear in his eyes at all. He could have killed us already if he really wanted to, that much I can say for certain. “You know who we are, then?”

“Yuri and Luka Lutrova.” He nods. “Sons of Nikolai Lutrova. Heirs to the whole damn crime family.”

“And who are you?”

He takes a deep breath. “My name is Fox Fitzpatrick. I’m from Los Angeles, California… and I just want to go home.”

Yuri laughs. “Then, take a plane.”

“It’s not that simple,” Fox says. “Snake Eyes isn’t the type of organization you walk away from. If I don’t check-in within the next hour, they’ll send an extraction team to find out what happened to me. I’ll need a new identity, new papers, all of it.”

I furrow my brow. “You’d betray your own people just for that?”

“They’re not…” He pauses, flexing his jaw. “I work for them, but not by choice.”

“We get you home and you give us that file. That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

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