“Sit down. Let’s have a chat.” I’ve never been so terrified in my life. It’s not only the gun pointed at me, or the phone call I just received, or the obvious fact that the head of the Russian mafia has put out hits on me and Kage both. It’s also the smile on Viktor’s face. That warm, eager smile, like he’s about to engage in one of his favorite hobbies. When I remain frozen in place, clutching the kitchen counter and hyperventilating, Viktor says, “Sit down, Natalie, or I’ll fuck your corpse after I’m done with you and send the video to your parents.”
