Dimitri jumped down the last few steps. He had called out a terse warning for Sergei to stay back, but he should have known he wouldn’t. He knew Sergei held a seventh degree black belt in judo, but Dimitri didn’t care, it was his job to protect his friend and surrogate brother.
Until the kidnapping attempt, he never thought Sergei had the inner discipline to kill someone if he had to. He knew now that Sergei was not only capable, but highly skilled in how to kill. That didn’t mean he wanted his friend anywhere near danger if he could help it. In his mind, he still saw the scared boy he had found in the alley behind a rundown hotel.
Dimitri slowed and held his hand up to Sergei when the figure paused for a moment at the end of the corridor. He watched as the shadow bent over before quickl
