His eyes were on mine, and he gave me a dirty smile.
I usually always carried a Swiss knife or small handgun, depending on my outfit, but I couldn’t fit both into what I was wearing tonight.
Maxim put his drink down, stood up, adjusted his collar, and started to head away towards a corridor that led to the more…private spaces of the bar.
I went after him.
For what he did to my Nebesa and Mel, for the fact that because of him, I now had to get married, I was going to gut him like a fish, and I was going to enjoy it.
The corridor had even less lighting than the VIP section, but I didn’t slow down.
Obviously, he’d have hidden somewhere close to get me by surprise.
Men and their cheap tricks.
I smirked and went in, conscious of the knife strapped to my thigh. Despite my heels, I was fast on my feet, and whirled around just as the piece of shit charged at me, my back to the wall.
“Hello precious Katya,” he said, his handgun pressed to my stomach, and a hand braced on the wall beside me.
The edge of my knife was pressed against his rib, ready to push in upwards for his lungs. “It is Miss Petrenko to you, and I advise you to step back. We’re not friendly enough to be standing this close.”
Maxim pouted, his lips downturned. “That wounds me.”
“Not the way my knife is about to, I assure you.”
He pushed forward a bit, the edge of the knife biting into his skin through his shirt. A small patch of red started to form.
A gun clicked, safety off.
“I advise you to step back before I start that war you seem to have a hard-on for.”
Maxim looked to the side, and I took my chance, pushing forward with my knife.
But Maxim stepped back, and Alex grabbed my hand to stop me, the gun still aimed.
Blood leaked into Maxim’s shirt, and the bastard stared at it, pressing his fingers against it as if to confirm it was indeed blood.
The smile was crude and made me was to rush forward again, but Ales’ grip on my wrist was iron, and if I fought, his aim on Maxim might have been disrupted.
“The only thing I have a hard-on for is your seductive bride-to-be. Ah, that reminds me, I think congratulations are in order, yes?”
Alex took a menacing step forward, and, for a second, I thought he was going to shoot. I hoped he would.
“Repeat that, Triev. One more time to test my patience.”
Maxim glared at Ales, looked at me, and smirked. “I won’t play a losing game, Alessandro.” Then he licked his finger, winked at me, and walked off, back into the VIP section, running away like a coward.
Chapter 13 - Alessandro
Even after Maxim had disappeared from view, I didn’t lower my gun. It was aimed squarely at the entrance because you could never trust a man like him to be consistent.
He could come back.
My grip on Katya’s hand tightened, and she tried to pull away.
“He’s gone. Let me go.” She said, pulling harshly and hitting my hand.
“No.” I hadn’t turned to look at her, I couldn’t look away just yet.