I meet her eyes. The blue in them looks muted, washed out by pain and panic.
“No one’s going to harm you while I’m around,” I tell her. “No one in their right mind would f*****g dare.”
Then I leave and close the door behind me.
I can’t baby her. Plus, I’d rather her be angry at me than trembling in fear. She needs to be prepared for what’s to come. She might think I’m cruel, but I’m helping her in the only way I know how.
I walk down the narrow corridor and call Gaiman. “Hey, boss,” he answers.
“We got them all. Twenty-five men in total. All dead.”
“There were two we managed to catch,” he says, his tone turning dark. “But they’d each been given cyanide pills. They bit down the moment I started interrogating them.”
“f**k,” I growl. “Belov doesn’t pull his f*****g punches. Where’s Jax
