Martin hangs up the phone, then stuffs it into his pocket. “It’s done.”
We’ll see. I’m not leaving until I get a text from Oleg. I don’t trust a word that comes from that man’s body, but Tolya’s freedom is the one thing he’ll never lie about.
“Before I go,” I say as I step into the kitchen, “we need to get a few things established.”
He holds up a hand. “Listen—”
“No, you listen.” I tighten my jaw. “And listen very carefully, because I will not repeat myself.”
I make sure he’s got nowhere to go. And I make sure to keep my voice low so his ears are the only ones to hear me. The only one who should ever be terrified in their own home is him.
“I have eyes on you. Everywhere you go, everything you do, will be reported to me. One wrong blink in my woman’s direction, you’re done. One erran
