Page 85 of Devious Obsession
“What? What is it?” I yank at the blinds until they fall from the window and press my cheek to it, so I can get a better view of what everyone’s staring at.
A bomb.
A homemade bomb is attached to the outside of the door. Another one just below the window I’m looking out of.
When I raise my eyes to Janis again, he’s holding what looks like a remote.
My heartbeat blasts in my ears.
When I look at Artem, his expression is blank. Stone cold.
This is bad.
“What do you want?” Alexander asks, keeping his gaze away from me.
“Your fucking family has interfered in my business, I expect you to fix it.”
“I’m not playing games with this prick.” Kaz shakes his head and turns to Artem, jerking a thumb toward Janis. “He’s a little shit, you let this fucker get away before?”
“I was trying to get your sister out of the building at the time.” Artem shrugs.
“Well, she’s back in the building, Artem. As you can see.” He swings his arm toward the office.
What are they doing? They can have this little conversation later. After I’m miles away from the bomb.
“I see that.” Artem nods with a casual tilt to his lips. “She has a way of finding herself in these positions.”
What? I didn’t do this!
“Hey!” Janis barks, lifting his hand. “I’m not fucking around. You either make things right, or I’m blowing her sky high.”
The men guarding the office step away, moving across the warehouse to stand on the other side of Janis. Apparently, they realize that should Janis go through with it, they would die with me.
“No. You’re not.” Alexander glances at the guards and gives them a nod.
All of them move in, surrounding Janis and raising their weapons at him.
Janis’s face pales as he turns to his men. Realization sweeps across his face at the same time I understand what’s happening.
These aren’t Janis’ men.
“Drop the remote.” The man in the middle says, his Irish accent thick.
“What the fuck?” Janis swivels his head one way, then the other, trying to figure out what happened.
“There’s a pile of your men outside. You really need better security. And better trained men.” Artem steps forward, away from my brothers. He puts his hand out. “Give me the remote.”
“No fucking way.” Janis moves his thumb, and I cry out, squeezing myself into a ball as I wait for the blast.
But it’s quiet.
Except for Janis’ screaming.
The Irish security shot Janis in the leg. He’s on the ground, screaming his head off.
Artem picks up the remote that he dropped and leaves Janis and makes his way to me.
He stops just outside the door, glaring at the bomb rigged to the door. A man with deep auburn hair jogs up to him.
