Page 67 of Deadly Sins

He clasped his stomach. “Nah, babe. I’m just not feeling that well. Can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure. It is right over there.”

He stood up, his legs wobbly, and he entered the bathroom.

My heart beat rapidly. Did he know I’d drugged him? Did he remember doing it to me that night? Or to Tiffany?

It had to be him…just had to be.

I paced around the kitchen, biting my nails. I considered calling Grant to help me, just in case Mitch figured out what I had done, but that was an even dumber idea than drugging a Navy SEAL.

I heard a loud thump in the bathroom.

“Mitch, are you okay?”

He didn’t respond. This could be a trap. I said a silent prayer and opened the door…only to find Mitch slumped over the toilet.

The first stage of my plan had worked! Pride beamed through my body. But the hard work wasn’t done yet.

I couldn’t exactly drag a 250-pound Navy SEAL to my bedroom. I scanned the bathroom, searching for something I could handcuff Mitch to and decided that the hand railing for my old roommate was the best option. No doubt, a fully conscious Mitch could pull that thing out of the wall, but he would wake before he regained full mobility.

I retrieved all my equipment and made myself comfortable on the bathroom floor. The hours were torturous, planning what I would say, what I would do.

A few hours later, he began to stir, first a twitch in his leg, then a blink of his eye. I cocked back the Glock that Grant had taught me to shoot years ago and pointed it at his head.

After a few more minutes, he focused on my face. His eyes bulged out of his head, and I could see the vein in his neck pop.

“What the fuck are you doing? I’m gonna kill you, you fucking bitch. Lay down the weapon, Ksenya!”

I wasn’t scared, I’d dreamt of this moment so many times, but for years I could never picture the face of my victim. I pressed the gun to his forehead and dropped my accent.

“My name isn’t Ksenya, asshole. It’s Mia. Mia Cruz.”