Lazar's POV.
He was back, with his terror.
I was ready for him to attack, it was his usual method.
But now things are different. Now I felt scared because there was someone I did not want caught up in this mess.
Behind me, Miriam was still lying on the couch, half-covered in a blanket, waiting.
Her milky skin was barely covered with the small blanket.
She had no idea her world was about to change.
“Who is it?” Miriam asked, her soothing calm voice piercing through my clouded thoughts.
“It's the wrong house baby.” I yelled back.
“What should we do, boss?” Rodosov asked with a stern look on his face.
“Gather the men, make sure the other weaponries are safe and delivery goes as planned. I will be out in five.” I ordered.
With a nod, Rodosov walked away.
This was it, as much as I
