“It’s not like I knew he’s going to send someone to kill me. Don’t f*****g yell at me. I’ll f*****g smear that mouth of yours with my blood.”
He gritted his teeth. “Will you stop being so infuriating for once? This is your life we’re talking about.”
I roll my eyes. “Thanks for your concern, mister Veselov. It’s highly appreciated.” I grimaced. “How’d you know about him?”
“I investigated.” He paused. “Miss Vasquez had some suspicions. This happened to you right after snooping around.” What a word.
“Did you send him to jail?” I asked instead of feeling offended with the word.
“I sent him to hell.” He deadpanned. Vague but whatever. As long as he’s not around to kill me anymore.
I chuckle. “Such sense of humor.”
“You seem calm for someone who almost died.” He looked genuinely intrigued
