Marvin
“Drop the gun,” I repeated. The man pushed the gun to the back of Anya’s head as a dark chuckle escaped from his lips. “If you make one wrong move, if you call for back up or if one of you leaves this room—it’ll be the end for this one.”
My gaze moved to the man’s sloppy grip around the gun, and I could tell that this was not someone experienced.
“M-Marvin, just give him what he wants—okay?” Tiago trembled. “W-well give you anything, m-money, i-information j-j-just please, let her go!” He looked at Anya.
Anya pushed her hands on the floor as she trembled in fear. This wasn’t supposed to be like this. She wasn’t supposed to get involved. I could hear the sound of Elena’s breathing near my ear and stepped back so I could cover her with my body.
From all the moments she could’v
