“I know I can,” I answer smoothly. “But I brought in reinforcements, just in case.”
Kaminski’s laughter dies instantly. “Pierdoli´c,” he growls. “You’re talking bullshit.”
“Did you really think I would risk coming here with only a dozen men?” I ask conversationally.
“Liar.”
I shrug. “It’s your risk to take.”
I see a muscle in his jaw twitch, but otherwise he stays calm and unflustered. Finally, he leans forward.
Behind him, I see his men tense. They’re waiting for his answer as much as we were.
“I like your style,” he tells me. “If I had to bet on a Kovalyov man, it’ll be you.”
He extends his hand out to me.
I clasp it with mine.
“You have yourself a deal.”
I nod and get to my feet. “I’ll be in touch.”
Then I turn and walk out of there with my men close behind. Adrik falls into step beside me as we go back out through the courtyard and the gates.
He doesn’t say a word until we’re back in the car. “If he had ordered his men to attack, we would have been outnumbered ten to one.”
I nod. I knew the math as well as he did.
But Kaminski hadn’t called my bluff. He bought it.
And we just bought ourselves an ally.