ZARYA ROGOV
"Sergei's precious little wife."
Shit, here goes nothing.
All four guns were pointed at me. One wrong move, and they looked ready to fit some bullets in my body. Sweat broke down on my forehead.
"L-Let her go." Despite the waver in my voice, I stood firmly, my hands clenched at my sides, and my glare was now solely fixated on the man holding onto Nadia.
He chuckled and slowly tilted his head. "What...if...I... don't?" He asked ever so slowly. It was clear, he didn't know about Sergei's wrath.
"The Pakhan would kill you," I warned him, but all he did was let out a throaty chuckle before pointing at his scar. "It's his gift." Oh, so the scar was given to him by Sergei. It means he knew exactly what Sergei was capable of, yet he had the audacity to be standing here and thr
