Page 191 of Sexting the Boss

“You’re trying to negotiate?” Lev sneers. “Right now?”

“I’m telling you the truth.”

“You know what I think?” Lev says, angling the barrel of the gun so it presses right between her eyes.

My pulse spikes.

“I think you’ll die for her,” he continues. “I think that baby’s yours. And I think making you watch would be a hell of a lot more satisfying than a bullet in your head.”

“Lev,” Roman warns from behind me. “Don’t.”

“Shut up,” Lev snaps.

My eyes are locked on Sasha. Her mouth opens. She’s trying to tell me something.

And then?—

Crack.

It’s not the gun.

It’s her heel.

She drives it down into Lev’s shin with all the strength she has.

He howls, his body twisting.

The gun jerks—fires into the trees. I move.

In that fraction of a second, I draw and aim and I shoot him.

Once.

Right in the chest.

He stumbles. Blinks at me, stunned—like he can’t quite believe it.

Blood blooms across his shirt. Then he drops.

Just like that.

I barely have time to breathe.

I’m about to go to Sasha when I hear a click. “Don’t move.”

I freeze, turning to face Roman, who has his gun cocked at me.

“You don’t want to do this,” I growl.

“Oh, I want to,” he says. “Question is—do you?”

We stand there. Two guns pointed. Two men once bound by blood and oath and trust.

That trust is a pile of ash now.

“You were my brother,” I bite out.

“And you made me your dog,” he spits.

---