Page 96 of Cruel Honor

If he wanted me dead before, he’ll surely want me dead now.

And that’s when I see him.

Storming down the street, two guns in his hands pointed at the three of us.

“Dimitri!” I shout. “Abram!”

He whirls around to see Abram and throws himself at me, covering my body as Abram begins firing. I hear Katya scream.

“Stay down,” Dimitri tells me. “Get back to the car.” He turns to Katya, who has blood dripping from her arm.

Because she got shot.

“Katya!” I scream.

Abram doesn’t even care that he’s out in the middle of the open. He doesn’t care that the fire is attracting attention. He keeps on shooting.

Dimitri shoves Katya behind a car, pulls out his own gun, and fires at Abram, who has no choice but to duck down behind a car himself.

I grab Katya’s good arm and pull her across the street. We make it to the car and dive inside.

“How seriously injured are you?”

She pulls her hand away from her wound and looks. The bullet hole is obvious in her upper arm. “I’d say pretty injured.”

Looking out the window, I watch as Dimitri keeps firing at Abram as he runs back toward us. Abram just follows.

“I know you killed her!” Abram shouts. “I know my Tatiana is dead. I found her body, you bastard!”

Everything inside me chills to the bone. How does Abram know?

Dimitri gets into the car as Abram shoots at the windshield. Itcracks but holds in place. Quickly starting the car, Dimitri drives us away from his mansion.

From his and Katya’s home.

The sad part is, I was starting to see their home as my home. And now, it’s gone.

No one follows us as we hurry through the streets.

“Suffice to say it was Abram who burned our house,” Dimitri says, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Fucking bastard. I’m going to kill him for this.”

“Yeah, but you seem incapable of that,” Katya snaps. “And he fucking shot me! I need to get to the hospital.”

“That’s where he’ll expect us to go. I’m sure he’ll have his men out scouring every hospital, searching for us.”

“Then what do we do?”

“I have my own doctor. I’ll take you to him.”

“Won’t Abram be expecting that, too?” I ask.

Dimitri slants his eyes at me. “He doesn’t know my doctor.”

“That’s fine,” Katya snaps. “Just get me to the fucking doctor!”

“You better not be bleeding out on my seats,” he mutters.

Katya only rolls her eyes. I determine she can’t be too hurt if she can still get annoyed with her brother.

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