“Mmmmmppff!”

The air was becoming thin. Miguel felt a burning sensation in his lungs. He took a deep breath to get as much air as he could. But it was difficult when a large hand was covering his face. He kept pulling the hand that prevented air from entering his lungs but thick powerful arms caged him tight.

Everything happened so fast that his head was still reeling from the events. And when he realized what happened, his confusion turned to fear. Despite the air thinning in his lungs he mustered all his courage for the final time. He was desperate. Black spots were starting to appear in his vision. With the final burst of his strength he moved around as aggressively as he could in a desperate attempt to be free.

“You better stop struggling or else we both become dead meat, Моя милая.” He heard a sultry voice above his head.

The thought of impending death made Miguel freeze.

“Stay put Moya Milaya,” the man warned.

The stranger’s lips were too close. His warm breath tickled his skin. Miguel felt the heat on the tip of his right ear. All the blood rushed to that site.

Eventually the hand that was covering his mouth was removed. Miguel couldn’t help but inhale the much-needed air.

“Shhhhh.”

Nikolai placed his long index finger in front of his lips. Then he pointed at the monitor.

What Miguel saw made him tremble on his toes.

A man with a mustache was walking towards the manager’s office. He held a gun as he stalked and searched the hallway.

They are going to die! He is going to die!

Countless scenarios appeared in Miguel’s mind. If he was going to die here, what would happen to his papa? Who would take care of his papa’s treatment? He hadn’t sent all the money yet.

Unbeknownst to him his horrified expression did not go unnoticed.

The next second, he felt a thumb wiping his cheeks. Only then did he realize that tears were already falling from his eyes.

Miguel recoiled from the stranger’s touch and quickly wiped his face.

“Don’t cry Moya Milaya. It will be alright.”

Poor kid must be terrified. But Nikolai found some sick satisfaction when he saw his cute little face. He had seen how the boy was so engrossed at him while he was talking to the manager. It actually brought heat down below his belt.

After checking the monitor again, Nikolai pulled the boy and together they hid behind the table.

Miguel held his breath when he heard a click. The stranger beside him was ready to kill.

Seconds later, the door to the office was kicked open.

Gunshots rang in the small room as bullets were exchanged.

Miguel curled up to himself under the thick wooden table. He closed his eyes as he tightly covered his ears.

He prayed and kept praying until the gunshots died.

After what felt like centuries, he felt a warm body sag beside him. The sickening sweet metallic scent wafted through his nose. And when he opened his eyes, he saw a pool of blood on the floor.

Nikolai gritted his teeth. He had just been shot. Luckily the bullet went past his biceps. But the amount of blood flowing out was more than what he wanted.

With a gun on his right hand he looked behind the table again just to be sure. The Ублюдок laid unmoving on the floor.

Unexpectedly he felt small hands tugging on his arm. When he shifted his gaze there was a blue handkerchief already wrapped around his wound. The boy had done quite a good job staunching the bleeding.

Another round of gunshots was heard outside the manager’s office. And then it became quiet again.

Nikolai felt another presence just outside the room. He lifted the gun with his uninjured arm and was prepared to shoot. Luckily, he did not fire the bullet otherwise his right-hand man would have been dead.

“какова ситуация?” Victor asked.

“двое погибших. один оставшийся.” Yuri had just killed the man in chef uniform. Only the man disguised as a blind guy remained at the client’s area where the hostages were kept.

A cold glint flashed from Nikolai’s blue eyes.

Miguel sensed something was wrong. It was as though a switch was pressed on the man with the striking blue eyes.

He did not expect that the injured man could move too quickly. Suddenly he found his face slammed against the man’s chest. He could smell the stranger’s rich fragrance that was mixed with the metallic scent of blood. The man bent his head only to whisper into his ears.

“сожалеющий. See you soon Moya Milaya.”

Miguel’s vision quickly turned black.

Henry was quickly alerted about the hostage situation. Tony had been quick to report to Andre about the incident. He wanted to send only his right-hand man. He did not really care what would happen to the boy. But then again if he lets the boy die it would affect his plans. Now he was waiting outside the bank on the streets together with the police.

Translation

Моя милая = Moya Milaya = "My Darling"

Ублюдок = Ublyudok = "Bastard"

какова ситуация? = Kakova situatsiya? = "What is the situation?"

двое погибших. один оставшийся. = Dvoye pogibshikh. Odin ostavshiysya. = "Two dead. One remaining."

сожалеющий. = Sozhaleyushchiy. = "Sorry."