CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN

Irina

The gunshot rang out like thunder.

My whole body went cold with fear.

I watched in horror as Ivan pulled the trigger.

But then something impossible happened.

Mikhail moved faster than I thought possible for an old man.

He threw himself in front of Dimitri.

The bullets hit him instead.

Once, twice, three times.

Blood sprayed everywhere. Mikhail fell to the ground hard.

"No!" Dimitri screamed.

Everything was happening too fast.

My mind could barely keep up.

Behind me in the NICU my baby was crying.

Marina was still in there with him.

In front of me Mikhail was bleeding on the floor.

And Dimitri was standing...