Liliana
I couldn't stop staring at Mikhail's face. The pain in his eyes was devastating. His own aunt, the woman who had raised him, was trying to kill him. How do you recover from that kind of betrayal?
"We should call off the meeting," I said for the third time. "It's obviously a trap."
"Of course it's a trap," Mikhail replied, checking his gun for the hundredth time. "But it's also our only chance to end this."
"What if she has fifty men waiting for us?"
"Then we'll be outnumbered." He said.
"That's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny."
We were sitting in yet another disgusting motel room, this one even worse than the last. The wallpaper was peeling, the carpet was stained with God knows what, and there was a strange smell coming from the bathroom. But it was anonymous, and
