‘‘You going to shoot me, London?’’ He smirks at me and crosses his arms across his broad expanse of chest. He would look like a guy confidently standing in a queue or waiting for a bus at any other time and place. What the hell is wrong with you, Alexi?

‘’I … I …’’ I’m frantically trying to think, knowing I have made this a whole lot worse, and if I put the gun down now, then God knows what he will do to me. The blonde has gotten up and runs to hide behind the ...