“Who are you?” I ask the man who barged into a kindergarten group without so much as a by-your-leave. “Who let you in here?”
“The godfather of Elizabeth Argandeeva.” “And you’re the teacher?” “Wake the girl up and bring her here!” he orders.
The godfather? As in… the father? Judging by his appearance, it’s the mafia we’re dealing with. He looks absolutely gangster—pure bandit.
“I’ll call the police!” is the first thing that comes to my mind.
“It’s unnecessary, chick,” he smirks, sticking out his leather jacket half and showing me a pistol tucked into his jeans. “You’ll come with us, since you’re so brave!” Elizabeth’s parents are dead. Angry uncles will be here soon, and the girl will be done for if you don’t move your little buns fast enough!