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“What the fuck does that mean? Is she okay?”
“I set up an alert to tell me if she left the perimeter of the island.”
“She’s not on the island anymore?” His eyes are wide and filled with more fear than I’ve ever seen in them before.
I shake my head. “No, she’s not.”
“Where is she?” he demands.
Turning my cell, I show him the app, the flashing dot signaling her location and moving out to the middle of the ocean.
CHAPTER 33
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Pandemonium strikes when the beach is suddenly full of armed men with mini oxygen tanks clenched in their mouths. Pulling my gun out, I aim and fire, killing the first man and immediately moving to the next. I kill three men before the rest even have time to lift their guns.
The problem with Bratva soldiers is that they may be good mercenaries, but they don’t have the skill set of our team of ex-military guards.
The gun fight is relatively short and bloody. Two of our team get hit with stray bullets but neither have serious injuries, while the invading frog team are all dead. The planes flying overhead must have been a distraction while the soldiers came ashore, but I still have two of the guards head to higher ground, ready to take down the planes if they come near again.
The earpiece in my ear confirms that no more soldiers have been spotted, although a small boat was seen a few miles off shore. For now, one small boat shouldn’t pose too much of a threat, not in comparison to the twenty armed soldiers invading from the fucking ocean.
Slapping Greyson’s second, Diego, on the back, I turn and head toward the house. I should have sent Ali to the safe room before I left, but we haven’t even told her it exists because we thought this place was impenetrable.
The house is quiet when I enter, and I eventually find Roza, Tanya, and Alexander all carrying their emergency backpacks, and waiting at the evacuation point with a guard I recognize but whose name I don’t know.
“Where’s Alabama?” I demand.
“We thought she was with you,” Tanya says, her voice shaky.
“What?” I roar, turning and sprinting upstairs, rushing through each room, shouting her name as I search for her.
She’s not here. The house is empty and I have no idea where she’d go if she was looking for a place to hide. Remembering the tracker we haven’t had any reason to use, I pull out my cell and open the app, but my cell flashes no signal and the app can’t update.
Frantic, I run back to the security command offices, bursting into the building, my chest heaving with exertion.
“Satellite phone,” I demand, searching out Diego in the room full of people. “Is your cell working? Is anyone’s cell working?”
The room fills with noise as the men pull out their cell phones, then shake their heads.
“No signal, sir. Here,” he says, handing me one of the cache of satellite phones we keep charged and ready. My hands shake as I dial Dimi’s number and he answers on the first ring.
“Tell me you’re with her,” he demands.
“No. We were attacked, diversion planes overhead to hide the twenty soldiers swimming in with underwater fucking assault rifles.”
“Where is she?” he growls.
“She’s gone. I left her in the bedroom. I didn’t know,” I ramble, my heart beating so hard I can’t breathe. “The cell signal is down; I can’t use the tracker.”
“She’s in the middle of the ocean about thirty miles out. Did she run?” he demands.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“We’re about to land in Rio, we have a helicopter on standby. Get in a fucking boat and catch up to her. If she’s run, tie her up and take her home.”
“What if she hasn’t run?”
