Victoria resisted the urge to let out a bored breath.
Steven had all but told her that she was soon to be killed, and yet nothing had happened. He’d returned to his laptop and continued to do whatever it was he was doing.
The waiting was driving her mad.
The irritating, useless man was obviously waiting for someone else to come and do the deed. Afraid of getting his hands dirty, she assumed. That thought infuriated Victoria beyond belief. He was nothing but a loud mouth, someone who wanted to gain from his crimes but to not actually be involved in the shadier side of things. The lying and the scheming was one thing, but the fact that he was also useless was quite another.
Am I supposed to wait around for some henchman to come and kill me? Victoria wondered.
She hated waiting for other people, and she hated wasting time. The very idea that she was supposed to sit in a dusty, dank basement and wait for someone to bother to show up and end her life—a life she was actually enjoying immensely for once, thank you very much—was intolerable.
This is madness, she thought to herself. I’m not going down without a fight.