Chapter 91

Alexi crushed his airway, one single punch in the right part of a man’s throat and boom… dead. A very effective and stealthy way to kill someone and a trained move. Alexi is a man who uses his hands more than weapons, and I stare numbly at the scene before me. I feel like this is a dream, and I’m no longer here, adrenaline coursing through me, leaving me utterly exhausted. I suddenly want to lie down and pass out.

“Get up. We need to move. I have to find the other one.” There’s no warmth or concern in that low, deadly tone. A detached iciness and how he hauls me by my arm and grabs my shoe for me tells me he is not in the ‘lover Alexi’ frame of mind. It’s like I’m a naughty child being pulled up by a parent for tantruming. Manhandling me aggressively. He is switched off, closed down and in full ‘don’t fuck with me’ mode. Alexi, the Mafia boss, is still enraged at me and all up in the assassin’s head as he sorts out my mess.

He waits for a second as I slide it on, limbs s