NIKOLAI
FOUR HOURS AGO
I should’ve known it was a setup the second he said he wanted to meet alone.
No security. No backup. Just the two of us in some rotting warehouse stinking of damp wood and stale blood. A test, that’s what it was. Anton Markovic wanted to see if I was stupid enough to come unprotected.
I wasn’t.
Now, standing in front of the seven duffel bags I was supposed to be getting—except there were only four—I felt my patience thinning.
Anton smirked, like he thought I wouldn’t notice. Like I was some i***t who wouldn’t count.
"Gde ostalnye?" I asked, voice calm. Where are the rest?
Anton tilted his head. Shrugged. “You get what you get.”
I nodded slowly, rolling my shoulders back. He thought I would take the four bags and walk away. That I needed this deal
