“Is that a fact?” he laughs condescendingly. “What, are you planning on throwing her in front of you like a human shield?”
“No,” I reply. “I’m planning on this.”
I make a subtle cue with my fingers and immediately, my men appear from behind doors, hallways, and elevator shafts. They converge around Olivia and me, a wall of Bratva soldiers so thick that there’s no chance Hargrove can delude himself into thinking he has any chance of reaching us.
His eyes go wide when he realizes how badly he’s underestimated the situation.
“If you want to fight, we can fight,” I tell him. “But I’m not sure that’s very respectful to the woman in there who just died. Your future mother-in-law, I believe.”
I feel Olivia flinch behind me.
He narrows his eyes in anger. “You bastard.”
I chuckle. “I’ve been
