I hugged the gun to my chest. My fingers clenched around the cold metal. I hadn't stopped trembling since I stepped into this phone booth.
Two black SUVs suddenly pulled up in front of the diner. Six armed men jumped out of the vehicles, and my blood ran cold.
They spoke in heavy Russian accents as they searched the area. How did they know I was here?
One of them looked in my direction, rooting me to the spot. For a moment I thought he didn't recognize me, but then a cold smirk lifted the corner of his mouth.
My heart hammered against my ribs as he waved at me. He slowly started approaching me, I c****d my gun before aiming at him.
Then a black minivan came speeding down the road, deliberately hitting the Russian. My hands flew up to my mouth as the man's body hit the ground with
