I notice Rob flinch, clearly rattled by the fact that I seem to have an established rapport with his sister. But then, that was all part of my plan.
“It is,” I confirm. “But my last name is the one you need to remember. I’m Aleksandr Makarova.”
“What do you want with me?” she asks desperately, unable to stop herself from looking over at her family.
“Oh, Olivia,” I say with a menacing smile, “you misunderstand me. I’m not here for you. I’m here for him.”
She follows my gaze to her brother. “What do you want with Rob?”
“Would you like to tell her, Robert?” I ask coldly. “Or should I?”
The man growls, but the sound is muffled by the duct tape over his mouth. I stand and walk over to him.
“Here, let me help you with that.” I rip it off in one vicious tug.
“You motherfucker!” he screams
