Russian Hitman's Innocent American (4 page)

The woman advanced on her, and Charley started to doubt her ability to defend herself. In a matter of seconds, the pretty American became a sinister and serious Russian.

“Dmitri. Is he alive?”

“I’ve never met him,” Charley lied. “Veronika talked about him a few times. That’s all I know. I didn’t even realize who he was until after he was dead.”

“That did not answer the question. Is he alive?”

Charley backed into her desk and tried to stand her ground. “From what I’ve heard, he was riddled bullets. I don’t know how you expect him to survive that.”

“My employer believes he has survived more than one death. He’s quite skilled at it by now.”

“I can’t help you. I never met him. I’ve never seen him. I never spoke to him.”

Daphne smiled. “I expected that this would be an easy job. You are so transparent about how you feel. For example, when I asked you a few days ago if you were okay with me finishing all the milk, you said yes, but I could tell that you were lying. You ball your hands up in a fist. Just like you’re doing right now.”

Charley released the tension in her hands and swallowed hard. She was in way over her head. “Daphne, please. Aren’t we friends?”

The woman’s right hook came out of nowhere, connecting solidly with Charley’s jaw. Charley reacted with her own fist, and soon the two women were rolling on the floor and grappling.

“Damn it,” the woman swore as she got on top of Charley. “You didn’t look like a fighter to me. I’m impressed.”

“I grew up on the streets of Boston. Bitch, you haven’t seen anything yet!” With a growl, Charley threw the woman off her and straddled her. She reared her fist back for another punch, but a distinct click stopped her.

The barrel of a gun was pointed at her.

“Get off me,” Daphne snarled and pushed her. Charley tumbled to the floor, and she raised her head up to see a burly man with dark pools of ink for eyes casually pointing the weapon at her.

“Charley, meet my partner. Sasha.”

Charley wiped the blood off her chin. “Sasha. I take it he’s your partner in more ways than one?”

“Let’s just say he satisfies on multiple levels. Now then, let’s get serious. You gave it your best shot, and now you’re outnumbered. I’m going to ask you again. Is Dmitri still alive?”

Aware that she was probably going to eat the bullet any second now, Charley still managed to roll her eyes. “Are we still on this? You’re like a fucking broken record. Obviously you think he’s still alive. But I can’t help you. I haven’t seen him. I have absolutely no proof that he’s alive or what he’s doing.”

“So you know what he looks like?”

Was she serious? Charley snorted. So that’s what this was about. Whoever hired Daphne didn’t know what Dmitri looked like. Obviously they didn’t know whether the dead man found in the house was Dmitri or not.

Except that the police had drilled Charley for hours after the shooting. They’d showed her the photos until she thought she was going to be sick. The man she knew as Dmitri, the man she’d only met once, was the man on the floor of the safe house.

“I have no idea what he looks like,” she spat.

“Why would you lie for him? Why would you die for him?” Daphne asked as she reached down and tilted Charley’s head up. Charley met her eyes defiantly.

“It has nothing to do with him,” Charley said with a small smile. “It has everything to do with you. I invited you into my home. I ate with you, I drank with you, and I laughed with you. I trusted you, and now you have a gun to my head. I would rather bleed out on this carpet than give you anything that you want.”

Daphne snarled and snatched her hand back. “Shoot her,” she ordered.

Charley dove for the bed and wrapped her hands around her baseball bat. As the Sasquatch pulled the trigger, she rolled out of the way and swung the bat. It connected with his knees, and he went down hard.

Both Daphne and Charley went for the gun, but Daphne was quicker. As she lifted it, Charley swung the bat again. This time, she hit the gun and it went flying into the wall. She didn’t wait around to see if anyone went for it. Instantly, she was on her feet and flying down the stairs.

To her complete dismay, the front door flew open. “Hurry up,” Dmitri ordered through clenched teeth.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she growled at him as she swung the bat half-heartedly.

He grabbed it from her and shook his head. “Move.”

She barreled passed him. A bullet hit the sidewalk next to her, and she screamed.

“Car. Get in the fucking car,” he hissed as he put his body between her and the house. “Fuck. Not your car. My car.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know which car is yours?” she screamed back as she began to run in a zig-zag motion. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the driveway.

“You couldn’t actually park in the driveway?” she snapped as she dove in the car and buckled her seatbelt.

“To be perfectly honest, I didn’t think you’d still be alive.” He started the car and drove out of her neighborhood like a bat out of hell.

“My neighbors are going to hate me,” she said as she pressed her head to the window.

“It’s Russia, sweetheart. It’s expected.”

Chapter Four

The boy had been a gangly teenager, and now, just two months past his sixteenth birthday, he was looking more like a man. He’d filled out. His ego had blossomed. And while he drank with his uncle and fucked the girls at his school, he had but one mission.

Kill Fedor Saiko.

As he stepped lightly down the stairs to the basement, he paused just outside the door. He’d thought the room would be empty and he could get some practice with the heavy weight bag, but voices floated around the corner.

“You betray me? Me? I gave you everything!” Ivan shouted in an enraged voice.

“Please. I didn’t betray you. I didn’t know. I didn’t know,” a stranger begged.

The teenager stepped back in surprise, and his foot struck a bottle. The glass fell to the floor and rolled across the wooden slats.

“Show yourself,” Ivan barked suddenly.

The boy squared his shoulders and walked in. Never apologize. Ivan had taught him that. With an impassive face, he cocked his head and surveyed the scene. A friend of his uncle’s was tied to a chair. Blood ran down the side of his head.

“You.” Ivan relaxed. “Come. Come tell me what I should do. This man has eaten my food and slept under my roof. He has shared a bed with my girls, and he has drunk my liquor. Now I find that he has betrayed me. He has sold out one of my own. What should I do with him?”

“Impose the same kindness upon him that he has shown you,” the boy said tonelessly. The phrase had been seared into his head.

“Good.” Ivan held out the gun. “It is time you feel what it is like. Make your old man proud. Prepare yourself for your own vengeance by metering out mine.”

Taking the gun, the teenager easily swung it around to the man’s head. He should have felt something. He was no longer aiming the weapon at tin cans or targets. He was no longer throwing knives into tree trunks. This was a living and breathing being in front of him. He should have felt something.

Ivan had taught him to feel nothing. He had told him that coldness was survival.

But as he pulled the trigger, shock and disbelief stunned his system. What had he done? Why had he done that?

Dropping the gun, he turned and ran.

***

The ride was tense. The only place Dmitri could think to take her was his hotel room, but now that they were in the car together, the hotel room seemed far too intimate. “I can drop you off somewhere.”

She swung an incredulous gaze his way. “Is that a joke?”

“No. Why would I joke about that?”

“I’m a student. I don’t have backup places to stay for when my roommate tries to kill me.” She paused and cocked her head. “Although, based on my track record, that’s probably a good idea.”

“Charley…”

She held up her hands. “No. We’re not going to have a conversation where you tell me that I’m not safe or you tell me that you’re sorry I’m involved in this. Do you know what we’re going to talk about?”

“What?” he asked wearily.

“We’re going to talk about why this is happening. I met you once. Just once. Kazimir was injured, and Veronika was freaking out, and you came over. I thought you were Kaz’s friend. I actually thought it was kind of sweet. Do you know what happened after her father shot himself in that supposed safe house?” She laughed. “Of course you don’t know. You were pretending to be dead. So I’ll tell you what happened. I was detained for hours because the body of a feared assassin was found in that house. And they thought I could identify you. I sat there for hours looking at pictures of dead bodies while a bunch of strangers tried to gauge my reaction. Do you know how often I see dead bodies? The answer is never. I see them on television. I see them in paintings that are hundreds of years old. I don’t have to see them up close and personal!”

He let her get all of her anger out before he ran his hand through his hair. “I actually did know all of that.”

“You did?”

Dmitri cleared his throat and nodded. “I had to know if you or Veronika or Kazimir identified my body. I had to know what you said.”

“What did you find out?”

“You all lied for me. Even you. I suppose Veronika told you to do that.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t see Veronika or Kazimir until afterward. I was taken from the fucking university library, Dmitri. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? I almost flunked my exams because of you.”

Feeling even more uncomfortable, he shifted as he kept his eyes on the rearview mirror. So far, it didn’t look like anyone was following them. “So why did you lie for me?”

“I don’t know.” She pulled at her seatbelt and shrugged. “I guess I thought you’d given your life to protect Veronika. You deserved to be protected. Bullshit reasons, I guess.”

“That’s not a bullshit reason,” he said quietly. “Is that why you lied to the woman in the house?”

“Daphne? How did you know that I lied to her?”

“I planted a bug in your room.”

Her face flushed. “Excuse me? You did what? Oh my God, how long has that been there?”

“Just a couple of days. I didn’t hear anything personal,” he said quickly.

Charley cringed in the seat. “You didn’t…oh my God. No. No. Just…no.”

“I’m sorry. I was aware that someone was looking for me, and I was afraid they’d come for you. Veronika has Kazimir, but you had no one to protect you.” He thought of the baseball bat that she’d swung at his head. “Although I guess you didn’t need it. So why did you lie to Daphne?”

“She betrayed my trust in the biggest way possible. She didn’t deserve the truth.”

“Veronika didn’t tell you about her father being a mob boss. That didn’t seem to bother you,” he pointed out.

She glared at him. “I’m sorry? Did you have my room bugged for that conversation as well? It did bother me, but she can’t help the family she’s born into. You know what she didn’t do? She didn’t hold a gun to my head. She gets major points for that.”

Dmitri sighed. “You can stay with me tonight. It’s probably best anyway, to make sure they aren’t following you. Then I’ll take you someplace safe.”

“Are you going to explain what the hell is going on?”

“The less you know, the better,” he said softly. He thought she would press the issue, but she fell into silence instead.

“You did good work, you know. You figured her out. You defended yourself.”

“Shut up,” she muttered. “Anything you heard on that bug is never to be brought up in conversation. That is the only way you are walking away from this alive.”

He couldn’t help but smile. The bug had only been planted for a few days, and the only real thing he’d learned about Charley was that she was smart.

And that she talked to herself too much.

“Fucking unbelievable,” she muttered.

Yup. Way too much.

By the time they got to the hotel room, she seemed less angry. He didn’t say much as he handed her the baseball bat he’d stashed in the backseat. She gripped it like armor and glared at him. There was a distinct possibility she was going to bash his brains in while he slept. Comforting thought.

He opened the trunk and opened his duffel bag. “Put it in here,” he said tightly.

“No,” she said as she hugged it.

“Charley, this is a five-star hotel. You can’t just walk in with a baseball bat. I promise that as soon as we’re in the room, you can have it back.”

She handed him the bat with a mollified look. “I’d ask how you can afford a place like this, but I guess it isn’t cheap to hire someone to murder for them.”

He slung the duffel bag over his shoulder and slammed the trunk shut. “Inside. Now.”

“You do like to order people around,” she muttered a she trailed behind him. Once safely in the room, he shut the door and spun around.

“Do you think this is a joke?”

“Do I think having a gun pointed at my head is a joke? No. I really don’t. But I don’t have this happen to me on a normal basis, so let me apologize for how I’m acting. It’s a first for me.”

All of his anger deflated as he stared at her. She’d actually done brilliantly, and here he was yelling at her. He didn’t understand why so much fear had blossomed inside of him when he’d heard the gun. He barely knew her, and he’d been willing to risk his life to save her.

“You’re welcome to the shower,” he muttered. “I’ll order us some food.”

“I’m not hungry,” she said softly. “But I will take that shower. I think I still have that bitch’s blood on me.”

“You did good, Charley.”

She sent him a questioning look, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she shut the bathroom door and started the shower.

After looking longingly at the door, he pulled out his phone and called Kazimir. The man didn’t pick up. He bounced the phone in his hand and pursed his lips. It was one thing for Kaz to ignore his phone call, but Charley had called him, too. He wouldn’t have ignored a call from her.