Page 105 of Cruel Honor

Dima doesn’t stop driving until we reach a ramshackle house outside the city. It looks a lot like his previous house. I guess he has a certain style.

Just like he has a certain type of woman he likes to murder.

“Is this where you’re going to kill me?”

“Yes.” No sugarcoating it.

A shiver runs down my spine. I nod anyway, accepting my fate.

Dima’s eyes widen in surprise. “You’re surprisingly calm.”

I don’t give him an answer. He doesn’t deserve one.

Dima grunts and gets out of the car. I wait for him to retrieve me. I know what’s going to happen—he’s going to take me into that house and murder me. He’ll probably torture me first.

Am I scared? I’m terrified.

In the few seconds it takes for Dima to walk around the car, I feel something settle inside my stomach.

What am I doing here? Why did I think I would be ok with this?

I don’t want to die.

I don’t deserve to die.

But by the time I have this realization, Dima is opening the car door, forcing me out of it, and shoving me toward the house.

The house where I’m going to get murdered.

DIMITRI

“You just let her go?” Katya asks once I step into the room.

Maria is huddled against one of the beds, Katya standing protectively near her.

“Evie needed some space. She’s going to get another room at the motel. I can’t always be a controlling asshole, Katya.”

She rolls her eyes. “When I need you to be, you choose not to be. Go check on Evie. Make sure she’s all right.”

“She doesn’t want to see me right now!”

“Who cares? Abram is out hunting for us. Just make sure she made it to her room.”

I grumble under my breath even though I know Katya is right. If anything were to happen to Evie, I’d be devastated. She’s settled herself into my heart, and there’s no removing her.

God, I’m a fucking pussy sometimes.

I share a look with Maxim, hoping he’ll agree with me that Katya is annoying, but Maxim just looks annoyed himself.

“We grabbed the girl,” he says. “Now we need to go after Abram. Once he’s dealt with, we can set Maria free. I don’t like having her here.”

“Why? Guilty?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I snort and clap Maxim on the back. “Well, then, it’s good I never feel guilty. Just stay here and keep an eye on them.” I head out of the room and to the front office. The man behind the counter looks so bored, it makes me feel bored.

“A woman just came into here,” I say, leaning against the desk and giving the man my best smile. It does nothing on him. “I need to know what room number she’s in.”

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