I step over the cooling corpse and towards the last door set in the wall. I kick it open to reveal a blindingly white room. It takes a long time—too damn long—for my eyes to adjust to the change in brightness. But I don’t have to wait for my vision to fully clear to realize that this whole situation is f****d.
Beneath the razor-sharp white lights is a bed.
In the bed is my fiancée, with her feet in stirrups and abject misery imprinted on her face.
And beside her… is Boris Sobakin—with a gun to Alyssa’s head.
I freeze, but she doesn’t seem remotely aware of anything that’s happening. I’m not sure if she even knows I’m here. She’s still pregnant but it looks like that won’t be true for long.
“Get the f**k away from my woman, you bastard.”
Boris only laughs and c***s his gun. “I was won
