Chapter 56: Erik Tarasovich III
Levi stood there, cold sweat dripping under his freshly washed suit. His hazel eyes rest on the five pieces of Smith & Wesson’s laid one after the other on top of a silver examination tray.
Levi scanned his surroundings subtly, behind him stood a tall bulky man with a shaved head, wearing a gray vest under a black leather jacket and blue jeans.
On the sideline sat backward in an old dusty wooden chair was Erik, clad in a black-blue shirt, jacket, black jeans, and a pair of Loafers. He was sucking life to the cigarette between his lips while leaning his chest against the backrest comfortably.
Standing beside him was another bloke, shorter, with thinning brown hair. His face reminded Levi of a pudgy bulldog but with a mole under his chin.
Two others stood in both exits of the room, and the last one stood a few feet at Sam’s left side. A gun aimed at her head.
Then his eye shifts to the redhead sitting on the wooden chair a few meters in front of him, and the two lock eyes.
Levi realized he really should’ve ’called a friend’. Shouldn’t have dealt with this problem on his own. He could be so reckless and stupid at times, even he is astonished by it.
He honestly doesn’t know if he feels better with her just simply sitting there. Not a shed of tears, no sign of fear or struggle. She looked too relaxed in that situation, in his opinion.
And his brain couldn’t help but fathom whether she had been in a situation of the same nature. Her high tolerance to such a dangerous circumstance, to him, were both concerning, unnerving, and impressive.
Does her calmness make him feel worse?
Did she accept her fate already? Welcomed death in open arms?
Did she also know the chances of them dying then and there?