Page 41 of Fierce Vows

“Get it off.”Singleton shoos his men away, leaving just one across the desk behind him.“Figure out what the fuck just happened.”Muttering to himself he leans forward and points at me.“You did a stupid thing, tonig—”

I don’t give him a second to tell me anything else.My hand rises and I fire my single bullet at the man left behind his desk, giving him an extra breathing hole through his brain.

Singleton jerks in his seat, his eyes wide.

“The fuck did you—”

“No one checked me,” I say casually, as I waltz across the room.Rounding his desk I grip Singleton’s lapels, wrenching him upward as I lean down and liberate the dead man’s gun.“Not a soul.But that’s not a mistake you have to worry about any more at all.”

I place the borrowed gun to Singleton’s temple and feather the trigger.

Chapter Sixteen

Dead Man’s Hand

Willow

Chaos erupts the momentI leave Bogdon’s side.Dima is somewhere among the crowd, ready to fulfill his part in this insanity but I’m not worried about that.What does worry me is the shrill alarm screaming like a damn banshee and the guards erupting from every corner of Kirrill’s mansion.

“Go!”Bogdon appears out of nowhere and shouts over the alarm.He grabs the fine, decorative chain between my display manacles, and rips downward.

The chain dangles in twin pieces, the precious metal twisted and bent, but I don’t spare the jewelry a second glance.I don’t have to be told twice as I slip between the gathered guests.I watch the faces around me, seeing irritation, curiosity, and fear.A tall blond man watches me with a smile before stepping into my path.He is dressed in black from top to toe.

“Where are you going,dikaya koshka?”he asks, revealing his Bratva ties.

“If you know who I am, then you know my purpose.”

“Da.I am to escort you.Keep you safe.”He gestures for me to lead the way.

“Gun?”

He presses a Magnum 9mm into my palm as I walk past him before falling in step behind me.We walk down one corridor before taking the next.People rush past us, young women scurrying to find a hiding place while men who think themselves God’s own find out they are not nearly as powerful as they wish.A gunshot rings through the bowels of this palatial monstrosity and I know our time is running out.

A man wearing an earpiece steps out of a room, a large semi-automatic weapon slung over his shoulder.I don’t hesitate.Lifting the gun from my side, I pull the trigger.Thank God I am a good shot, hitting him between the eyes before he has a moment to contemplate what actions he should take.

“Fuck.”I hear the word cursed from behind me.

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