Chapter 10 - Panic Beneath The Crystal Chandeliers
Before Ricardo could respond to my panicked plea, Viktor raised his crystal champagne flute in a silent, mocking toast directly toward us.
A sinister grin spread across his scarred face, confirming that he knew exactly who I was and the deadly secret I carried.
“Who is he?” Ricardo asked, his voice dropping an octave into a low, terrifying rumble that signaled immediate execution mode.
“A ghost,” I whispered, tears blurring the brilliant lights of the chandeliers overhead as the terror threatened to drown me completely.
Viktor began walking slowly through the crowd toward our position, parting the terrified socialites like a wolf moving through a flock of sheep.
“Stay behind me,” Ricardo ordered coldly, sliding his right hand inside his tuxedo jacket where a customized silver pistol rested in a shoulder holster.
The surrounding guests suddenly sensed the shift in energy, backing away from our table in sudden, breathless silence as tension filled the air.
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“Well, well, well,” Viktor drawled as he stopped ten feet away, his cold eyes gleaming with malicious delight as they swept over me.
“If it isn't the little witness who thought she could hide from the Moretti and Vance alliance in a cheap diner,” Viktor laughed softly.
