Kay

"Stay. Out. Of. This," the man Victor seethes, standing up too.

Armed men in black start to come out of nowhere and surround us. They are in the same attire as the ones who attacked me last time.

I see the guy I came with approaching, and I discreetly shake my head at him not to come closer.

He should be calling for backup and not walking into trouble.

The Russian has more men than the River, and we both know how merciless these beasts are.

I remain sitting, contemplating ...