But just when I thought my biggest issue was Russian mobster boss, Mikhail Sokolov, expecting me to play by his rules, life found a way to flip my entire world as I know upside down.
If I want Ryuu dead, I’ll have to move quickly, before I have time to rethink and back away. The only problem is I might very well lose the one man who has risked everything for me.
The elevator makes a sudden stop and I quickly pick up the tubes and cover my forearm before a group of three casually dressed men, who eye me curiously, step into the lift. I force a smile at one who continues to glance at me from behind his shoulder.
“Wait… aren’t you that—”
I slam my fist to the side of his face, knocking him out, before he can say another word. The other two immediately jump out of the way, but I swiftly reach for the closest one and hit him with the metal pole of the IV drip. I kick the third in the shin, causing him to lurch forward before I slam the edge of my hand on the side of his neck. All three men lie unconscious around me by the time the elevator reaches the bottom floor.
Michelle is loud, talks a lot and shares an ever-growing list of book husbands with a friend. She has an overactive imagination, and has tried to put it to good use by sharing stories with anyone willing to listen.