Chapter Forty-Eight
Pulling out my gun, I rush inside.
“The t.A.T.u song is still blasting through the speakers,” Felix says in the earbud. “That tells me you’re not that late.”
I take in the place.
Felix is right.
We arrived early enough.
Vlad is standing in the middle of the room with a shotgun and an Uzi in his hands.
“Don’t move,” Felix says in my earpiece needlessly. “We know he’s going to be fine, but if you get into the line of fire, you can die.”
As though to highlight Felix’s words, Vlad sprays out bullets at the nearest goons, just like he did in my vision.
The goons fall, bleeding all over the glossy floors.
Desperate screams ring out, and we dodge the staff stampede as best we can.
Just like before, the surviving gangsters reach for their guns.
Vlad sends another bu
