In one gulp, I threw my drink at the back of my throat, wincing almost immediately after.

The desired effect had not washed over me and I was at the verge of a panic attack. The Sovetskys seemed to be my shadow at this point.

"Miroslev Sovetsky?" I echoed his name,

"Yes. Expert sniper shot and–"

"Damien's brother." I deadpanned,

"Fast learner. I told you not to drink that." He chuckled as the aftereffects made my face twisted into something I couldn't lay my hands on.

As I opened my mouth to respond, I remembered something. A small detail I had missed earlier. "Expect sniper shot?"

He smiled. The usual devilish smile that Damien wore, but instead of calculated, it seemed genuine, the only way you could tell that it wasn't was the dead look in his stormy blue eyes.

"Yes." One word, one syllable, but realization came crashing down on me at that point,

I was always surrounded by murderers.

"You were the person on our rooftop." I finally said,

He studied me for a moment before replying, "Damien likes to get his hands dirty. He doesn't care if he dies or gets wounded in the process, he just likes the feeling of blood on his hands. I, however, like a clean and tidy job."

"So you did it for him instead." I whispered, but he read my lips,

"To be fair, he always knew."

"Aren't you supposed to be uninvolved in the whole mafia business?" I asked him, my hands settling on the bar,

He eyed the spot with disgust in his expression before he spoke again, "I am. But I crave action sometimes. It's nothing big, he never asks for my help, well, until today." He gave me a wry smile,

"What do you mean?"

"You nearly crashed my car, and then you ran away with it."

"He was eventually going to track it, anyway. If I was really going to escape, I wouldn't leave with a car that belongs to–" I stopped, "Wait, your car? You were in the house?"

"No, I wasn't. But I drive that particular car anytime I'm around, I prefer my things much less... psychotic."

I stared at him, blandness lining my features. So he was aware that his brother's taste were the makings of psychopathy? Only the Mercedes had looked quite normal.

"So he asked for your help?" I implored,

"Tech expert and car owner." He laughed lightly,

"Wow, the full package." Sarcasm laced my words,

"You don't seem to be a challenge, but you are one. I see why he likes you."

I shifted my head to the side, "He likes me because I'm unpredictable?"

"Damien is a ticking time bomb, he'll continue to tick except something sets him off. As long as you continue to entertain him, he won't go off."

"So your advice for me is to find a way to keep being relevant to him or else he would get rid of me?" I said dryly,

"Precisely. Time to go." I didn't want to argue with him, I was going to leave either way. "You have a high alcohol tolerance." He simply noted,

"I had a lot of samples to experiment with." He nodded, like the answer satisfied him,

"Why didn't he come for me?" I asked Miroslev as I entered the passenger seat of the car.

He never gave me a response.

*** "I brought her, can I have peace of mind now?" Miroslev spoke aloud, dropping the car keys on the table,

"You always were my favorite brother." The devil in disguise calmly said as he took a sip of the drink in his hand,

"I'm out of here." Miroslev replied, exchanging one last look with me before heading out.

"What-" I started but he interrupted me,

"I need silence." He perused the drink in his hand silently, I watched as he took another sip, his throat working and his Adam apple bobbed,

I clenched my fingers tightly.

"Where did you go?" He finally spoke to me, setting the glass on a nearby table,

"A bar." I replied,

"So you didn't run?" He faced me squarely,

"I was tempted to."

"To run? Or to get yourself killed?"

I paused before I answered him, the answer gritting through my teeth, "Both."

"Follow me." He stood up and dusted the imaginary dirt on his suit, I watched his Italian loafers as he disappeared through the door, I reluctantly followed after him, wondering what was up his sleeve.

He was eerily calm, I had expected yelling, maybe, but not this calmness.

He led me to a vast and empty land at the back of the mansion, trees scattered around the space and he stopped at one of them.

"Come here." My feet carried me over to where he stood,

"My father never had a good use for this place, I didn't either. Well, until today."

The breeze carried a slight cold as a shiver wracked through me.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked,

He used his index finger to raise up my jaw, his lips clamping down on mine, hard. I struggled to get out of his hold, but he pressed down harder.

"Relax." I could feel the feather-light touch of his lips as he spoke, I took a deep breath and allowed my body to relax into the kiss.

His arm snaked around my waist as he pulled me flushed against his body. My mouth opened to release a little sigh, and he used that opportunity to lick my bottom lip, I let out a moan and he bit down on it, drawing blood.

A sharp gasp escaped through me as I tasted copper on my tongue. I pushed myself away from his hold and tried to stop the blood on my lips.

"You wanted to run?" He opened his arms, gesturing to the quiet surroundings, "Run, princess. But don't let me catch you."

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