Page 118 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

“What the fuck did I just say?” Gleb snarls.

That’s when I hear the next shot.

And feel the pain in my leg.

With a cry, I fall to the ground as blood seeps from my calf from a bullet hole.

“Vik,” Mila sobs.

If there was any chance I had a dancing again, Gleb just dashed it once more.

Which means I have nothing to lose.

“I just want my money,” he says. “And if you’re dead, I won’t get it. So, get up.”

“You fucking shot me,” I snarl. Leo lies behind me, his breathing ragged as he slowly bleeds out.

“That’s because you never learned, Viktoriya,” Gleb says. “You never learned to put aside your fucking attitude.”

“It’s because of my attitude I’ve been able to do a lot with my life.” I ignore the pain in my leg as I use the wall to push myself to stand. “You always underestimated me, Gleb.”

“I will shoot her,” he says, sticking his gun harder against Mila’s head. She winces and cries out.

“Vik,” Sofiya hisses. “Be careful.”

“I know what I’m doing,” I snap at her.

“Do you?” she snaps back.

That’s the thing with Sofiya and me. We will forever bicker because that’s just who we are.

But we will always love each other.

Help me,I mouth to her.

Her eyes widen as she looks from me to Mila. Subtly, she nods.

“Lower the gun!” Gleb shouts.

I turn back to him and raise the gun higher. “No. And stop telling me what to do.”

His eyes are trained on me, so he doesn’t even notice Sofiya slowly creeping closer to Mila.

“You need to learn to watch your attitude,” he snarls.

“And you need to learn to stop kidnapping me. It never ends well for you.”

Sofiya grabs Mila, and when Gleb turns to them, I use his distraction to my advantage. I fire. The bullet hits him straight in the leg, knocking him to the ground. With a cry, he tries to shoot me, but Mila runs forward and kicks the gun out of his hand before he gets the chance.

“You were supposed to be good girls,” he groans, holding onto his leg.

I walk up to him and point the gun at his head. “I was never a good girl.” Then I pull the trigger, and he flops onto his back.

Dead.

Letting out a sigh, I drop the gun.

“Oh my god, Vik,” Mila says in a low voice. “You killed him.”

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