Book 6: Face to Face with a Monster

Tatiana

Fear and anger consume me as I turn to look at the face of the guy who murdered my parents. Twice.

Oleg’s icy blue eyes pierce through my soul and keep me rooted to the floor. He’s not making a single move, the grin on his face widening into an evil smile as he sizes me up and down.

“You’d make a hell of a wife to my son if you weren’t so stupid,” he carries on, still not moving. My mind is working a million miles per hour to figure out what to do. Running is not an option. But attacking Oleg while one of his goons is watching me like a guard dog would be a reckless move, and I don’t have the luxury of making another one.

My gun is aimed at him anyway, just in case he decides to pull something cute. I wouldn’t be able to fight the two of them, but I’d bring at least one down with me. It’s not an option to leave Oleg off the hook, so I change my target and aim my pistol at his chest.

“I’d rather be buried alive than marry him,” I