93. You can't kill him

Antonio

As soon as I was out of the room, I slipped my hand under my suit jacket to pull out the gûn. My fingers clenched around the metal and as much as I’d have liked the feel of my knife, there was no guarantee that I’d have my target at close range.

I heard Ephraim’s slow measured footsteps behind me but I didn’t care about being silent. Let that Russian bastàrd know I’m coming for him. Because I’m going to kîll him. And I won’t even savor the kîll with the rage I was feeling.

I heard the voices at the hand of the hallway and felt ready to shoot at a moment’s notice before I pushed the door open, entering the small sitting room with one single minded focus, to kill the fucker. And in that moment a small figure came running right at me, catching me off guard. Not for long though as my arm closed around her when I felt her small body against mine and the scent of daffodils registered.

I looked down, for a moment not looking at the men in the room. She lifted her head and looked at m