Page 16 of Walking Red Flag

There was only one Semyonov in the area that would’ve scared anyone, and if this was him, I’d definitely be thinking better of my words.

From what I’d been able to garner based solely on word of mouth, Shasha Semyonov was one scary son of a bitch.

“If I get my sister in this car and you’re still here, I’m running you over with it,” Semyonov growled.

Seconds later, she was being pried from my body.

“No, no, no.” She reached for me again, and I wouldn’t admit to how that made me feel.

Warm.

Wanted.

Definitely delusional.

She was shaking so hard that he could barely hold onto her.

“Put her in your car, I’ll tell you what happened,” I suggested.

“What the fuck?”

Before the man could move with whom I assumed was his sister, the prick from earlier chose violence.

He pulled his crotch rocket right up in the middle of our club, got off, and barreled toward the man still holding the woman.

I stepped around the man and placed my body in front of his before saying, “I need you to think long and hard for a moment. Ask yourself is this really how you want to die.”

I wasn’t joking either.

I knew several different ways to kill the dumbass without breaking a sweat.

“Like the crime lord of Dallas really needs your fuckin’ help.” The dumbass snorted. “Give me my girl back.”

“She’s not your girl anymore,” I supplied. “You likely lost that privilege when you started driving a hundred and fifty miles an hour with her in the middle of rush hour traffic.”

“What?” the man behind me asked quietly.

“Car, man,” I said over my shoulder. “I’ll explain everything.”

The man behind me did just that.

When the one in front of me went to make a grab for her, I caught his wrist with my hand and twisted it quickly behind his back.

He went down to his knees screeching. “Do you know who I am?”

I didn’t care who the fuck he was.

I waited until he was damn near kissing the pavement before I told Semyonov exactly what happened.

He listened calmly, and didn’t interrupt until I was finished.

With one look from me to the dude still lying on the ground, his face full of sweat, he said, “You have two seconds to get out of my sight. If you decide to linger, we’ll be accidentally shoving you out into traffic.”

“There’s no…”

A car revved its engine, and I looked back to see a woman at the wheel of the car, looking pissed as hell.

“As I was saying,” he said. “Leave.”

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