Boris removed his gloves and tossed them on the floor. “I’m not planning on lying to you, please—” “Nyet.” He held up a finger to my face. “Who was at the house?” “Um—” “No um, just name.” My fear spilled over into tears. “You don’t have to interrogate me.” “Sneaky little weasel.” His fist pounded the dashboard. “I take my eye off you for one hour, look what happens.” The Caddy was swerving all over the road from the icy conditions. “Everything is okay. I’m okay. I promise.” My ankle was throbbing, Ryan was home with a bloodied face, and I had a bag full of drugs and a gun—yeah, everything was cool. How did I get myself into this mess? “Please, pull over. I’ll tell you everything.” I had to buy some time. If I told him what had prompted the fight, he would hunt down Leonardo and kill him with his bare hands.
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