Undercover in His Bed
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High bookshelves stretched toward the ceiling like monoliths in a moonless night.
Where was he?
Then, a shadow moved, quick and low to the ground. I lunged toward it, but before I could even take a step, an earsplitting crash rang out. Books and whole damn shelves toppled over like dominos.
I sidestepped just in time, and there he was.
Viktor.
Our eyes locked, hate burning in them.
Simultaneously, we both drew guns and pulled the triggers.
Click.
Click.
Empty chambers.
"Suka," Viktor spat, echoing the curses in my own mind. Viktor sneered, his face contorted with malice. "You think you're fit to lead the Bratva? You're just as weak as your father."
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