Suddenly, with a burst of desperate strength, Boris shoved against the guard holding him, using the momentary surprise to wrench one hand partially free. And he pulled out a small device he'd hidden within his coat.
"HA HA HA!" Boris's laughter was manic. Almost sardonically. As he pressed the button. Immediately, alarms blared throughout the hotel. He still had one trump card to play. Every emergency system activated at once. Fire alarms. Security alerts. Lockdown protocols. Loud. Piercing.
"Let's see how you escape from this, Ilya Rocean!" Boris could not help but flare up and the volume of his voice rose. "Even if you kill me.....my pack will make sure to kill you! There are over two thousand warriors stationed in this building! Who will save you now?"
He was immediately slammed back down, his face pressed against the floor near Ilya's boots. But Boris didn't care. He grinned against the cold floor, tasting blood and victory.
