scared
The door to the room opened suddenly, and Lena’s attention snapped to the figure that walked in.
It was him.
Ivan Volk
Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met across the room. The cold, calculating gaze that had once haunted her dreams now fixed on her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. He stood tall, his presence commanding, as though the air itself bent to his will. His dark eyes never left hers, a predatory gleam in them that made Lena feel both defiant and small at the same time.
Lena
What was he doing here?
policeman
The investigator standing near the door was the first to react, his face going pale as he rushed toward the mafia boss with an almost frantic energy.
policeman
“Boss,” the investigator greeted, voice tight, “we didn’t expect you here.”
Ivan Volk
The mafia boss gave him a cold glance, his lips curling into the faintest of smirks. “You should have expected me,” he replied, his voice low, smooth, and full of authority. “I heard there was an incident involving my men.”
Lena
Lena’s eyes never left the mafia boss. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her like a heavy cloak. So, he was the one behind all of this.
Ivan Volk
The mafia boss turned his attention back to Lena, his expression unreadable. “You’ve caused me some trouble,” he said quietly, his words sharp and measured. There was no anger in his voice, no sense of panic. He spoke as though it was a mere inconvenience, as though he could snap his fingers and fix it all in an instant.
Lena
Lena narrowed her eyes, refusing to be intimidated. “I’m not scared of you,” she shot back, her voice unwavering.
Ivan Volk
He didn’t react at first, just watched her with that chillingly calm stare. Then, he finally spoke, his lips curling into something like a smirk. “You should be,” he said, his tone a little too smooth, a little too sure of itself. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
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