Roman headed straight to his office and busied himself around, even as his thoughts kept going back to the innocent nurse, who was stubborn in every aspect that mattered.
Before long, Stefan was knocking on his door, and the rat himself was with him.
“You called for me, boss?” The man asked in his usual tone of voice, and that told Roman that he didn’t suspect a thing – the man had gotten cocky.
“Which leg do you prefer?” Roman asked without so much as a preamble, as two more men entered the office, and closed the door behind them.
There would be no running away for Matteo.
“What do you mean, boss?” The rat’s eyes bulged almost comically, and Roman wasn’t surprised, because Matteo knew him enough to know that was the question he first asked to traitors, before he began torturing
