katie's POV

Chapter 126

Katie's POV

The Russian looked at me and then at Cephus, whose eyes could cut through glass.

Panting, I notice eight men in the room. The ones working for Cephus and a few others who look liRussiansRussian.

They have scarred faces, cold gray eyes, and bulky frames.

Cephus’s men have guns.

A scar splits the Russian’s upper lip. He looks rough, void of emotions.

Next to him, Beau Anthony looks like an angel.

“Do you know this woman?” he asks, staring at Cephus, baffled.

“She works for me,” Cephus says, moving away from us.

I can’t see his face, but his voice suggests he’s angry, disappointed, and concerned.

“Works for you?” the Russian says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Is she clean? Are you sure her presence here doesn’t have anything to do with me?”

His smirk is long gone when he flicks his arm, grabs the back of my hair, and pulls it down.

I stumble, my hands clawing at the air.

“Are you with the FBI? Who are you darling?” the Russian barks, everything happening in a sec