I release a tiny bit of pressure on his neck so he can breathe. A few guests have noticed the fracas, but the smart ones look away.
“I’m done making excuses for you, Viktor. You’re not a boy anymore. Get your s**t together.”
I peel myself off of him and leave him there to lick his wounds. Anyone with an ounce of sense in their head gives me a wide berth as I stalk away.
“Boss…” Leif approaches me from around the cocktail bar with a grim expression. “I’ve got news. The girls that you asked Viktor’s security to apprehend, they’ve… they’ve…”
“Spit it out, Leif,” I rasp. “I’m not in the mood for guessing games.”
“They’ve escaped,” he finishes in a broken whisper.
“Four soldiers couldn’t keep their eyes on two civilian women?”
Leif gives me a look. What did you expect from Viktor’s goons
