The older man glanced at his girlfriend dubiously.
"He's still looking. You told me he wouldn't come after me."
"Oh darling, I'm sure—"
The Russian's eyes narrowed.
"You are lying. He is coming for her and he will not stop."
"Will you tell him?"
"Of course not! He'll kill me. No, he will do worst next thing after killing me."
"It's only been a week."
"Yes. But she is his wife now. You are treading dangerous waters, and you have throw my name into it."
The woman rolled her eyes. "Calm down. No one would want that girl."
He inspected her, shaking his head warily. "She will be the death of you. Even if you kill her, he will know who you are, and you die in the most painful way imaginable."
Fiona didn't take the warning too serious. She had to see first. And she would.
