Ruslan's POV
The room smelled like gun oil and fear.
Slade sat slumped in a steel chair, wrists zip tied, and blood dried under one nostril. He was sweating, twitching, trying to hold onto that smug grin of his, but it faltered every time my shadow passed by him.
I might be calm but deep down I was spiralling. I was trying not to think about Benny and the little tricks he was playing with me.
The plan was that, once I’m done with Slade, he was my next target and even if it met chopping off his toes one after the other, I would do it provided he answered my questions.
Across from Slade was Atina bound to a chair as well. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup streaked and mouth swollen from crying and the beating she must have received from Slade.
I trust my men not to hurt a woman. It was against our conduct.
Plopping on a chair which I had pulled up to the middle of the room where I could watch them closely, I crossed my legs.
I didn’t speak at first, I allowed the silence to rot i
