Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

But I can’t concentrate on that right now, because I’m
trying to figure out a way to avoid getting shot in the face.
“Yes, we’re in contact. He told me he lives in Manhattan.”
Viktor chuffs out a small, astonished laugh, shaking his
head. He murmurs, “All this time, right under our noses.”
Then he looks me up and down, studying me with new
interest. “You’ve been a very busy girl. Where do you find the
time, little schoolteacher?”
When I only shake my head in confusion, he makes a
dismissive gesture with his free hand.
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way, I suppose. I wouldn’t
have pegged you for a slut, but you never can tell. Sometimes
the ones who look the most innocent are the biggest whores of
all.”
“Did you just call me a slut and a whore?”
Viktor looks mildly surprised by my tone. I’m surprised by
my tone. It was loud, angry, and even a little bit dangerous.
In a soft voice, his smile returning, he says, “What would
you call a woman who fucks two men at the same time?”
Behind Viktor, Mojo creeps silently closer, his head
lowered, his teeth bared.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Do they know about each other?” He laughs. “I hope not.
I’ll tell him before I kill him. I can’t wait to see the expression
on his face.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
When I shout that at Viktor, Mojo lets out a bloodcurdling
growl.
Viktor turns his head toward the sound. I take the
opportunity to leap up from the table.
As soon as I move, Mojo lunges.
Catching sight of a hundred-pound ball of fur flying at
him, Viktor fires a shot in Mojo’s direction. The sound is