Page 57 of My Crazy Killers
“She’s our girlfriend,” Dex says, making me smile as I lean back against him.
Harry’s eyebrows raise in surprise before he looks around at each of my guys again. “That… I didn't expect.”
He jumps up, and Elias asks, “Where are you going?”
“I need a drink to get through this conversation. Does anyone else want some vodka?”
“Yes, please!” I say excitedly. I hadn’t tried that yet.
“No,” Sly says, frowning at me.
“Why not?” I pout as Harry comes back in with seven glasses and a large bottle of vodka.
“Because it could be drugged or poisoned.”
“You can watch me drink some if it’ll make you feel better,” Harry says as he proceeds to pour himself a small amount and down it all in one go. “Help yourselves.” He gestures to it.
Sly looks at me, so I ask, “Please? Sir?” I add on, hoping that’ll tip him over the edge.
He doesn’t look happy about it, but grabs a glass and inspects it before doing the same to the vodka bottle. He pours a very small amount and tastes it. We all watch, and I half expect him to suddenly start choking, given how serious he looks, but finally he nods, and pours a little more into the glass, then passes it to me.
I take a tiny sip, my brows raising in surprise. “Whoa, that’s strong.”
“That’s pure Russian vodka!” Harry says proudly.
“Is that better than American? I’ve never had any before.”
“Never had vodka?” he asks, his wide eyes looking at the others. “Do these men keep you in a bubble or something?”
“The opposite, actually.”
“Wren,” Elias says in warning.
“Oh, now I need to know the story!” Harry says excitedly.
“Well, we actually came here to get some info from you,” I tell him, remembering why we’re here. Elias gives me a nod of approval as I wait for Harry to respond.
He pours himself another finger of vodka before downing it and slamming his glass down.
“First, I want to know where you heard the name Black Heat.”
“I don’t suppose you know Ivan Sokolov?”
He laughs, sounding a little unhinged. “Do I know Ivan Sokolov, she asks!” He laughs again. “Does a bear shit in the woods?”
“Uh…” I say, unsure what to say.
“Yes, Wren, everyone in Russia knows Ivan,” he finally answers.
“Well, we think he’s selling a weapon called Black Heat, and we are trying to find information on it.”
“Now why would a group of Americans like you want to know about that?” he asks, pouring himself another shot of vodka.
“I listened to your podcasts,” Elias tells him. “I think you know a lot about it. And if I’m not mistaken, you’re one of the few people not under Ivan’s influence.”
“Of course not!” Harry says before literally spitting on the ground to his side, making my nose scrunch up in distaste. “Thatsvolochhas ruined this country, and if he distributes that gun globally, like he plans, it’s going to change everything.”
Black Heat is a gun?I guess I expected it to be something a little more unique.
