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“Then we’ll rip whoever tried to take her from us apart strip by fucking strip.”
CHAPTER 34
alabama
My head bangs against the floor of the boat as we bounce through the angry ocean waves. After Tanya forced me onto the deck, someone jabbed a needle into my neck then dumped me on the floor.
I can see, hear, and think, but I can’t move or speak. My limbs are completely paralyzed, frozen lumps of rock that I can’t even feel, let alone move.
“What will you do with her?” Tanya had asked the guy.
“My long lost wife and I will be returning to Russia so she can give me access to my money. Once I have it, I’ll strap her legs to the sides of a bed, and let my guards use her until she bleeds to death,” he’d said, laughing coldly.
“My money?” Tanya asked shakily.
“Here.” He’d thrown her a thick envelope and without even looking back at me, she’d turned and ran, leaving me at the mercy of who I’m presuming is Pavel Orlov.
Ignoring me, he’d stepped over my prone body, moving to the boat’s controls and starting the engine. Checking his watch, he’d waited until the sound of gunfire filled the air, then he’d pushed a lever and the boat had surged forward, the front lifting out of the water as we zoomed away from the boat house and out to sea.
Now twenty minutes later, while he concentrates on bouncing through the waves, I take the time to look at him. His hair is mostly gray with darker streaks, hinting that he was probably dark haired when he was younger. His face is drawn, deep frown lines etched into his skin, giving him a permanently scowling downturned expression.
He’s wearing a black suit with a white shirt, and his shoes are shiny, like they’ve been polished until you can see your face in the leather. It’s odd attire for a tropical island, but maybe the Bratva has a dress code?
If I wasn’t drugged, paralyzed, and being kidnapped once again, I doubt I’d be particularly scared of him, but then looks can be deceiving. I bet if he were to smile every now and then, he might even look like a nice old man. But there’s nothing nice about Pavel Orlov.
If I could move, I could fight, I could give myself a chance at survival. Instead, I’m on the floor, stolen again, only this time I have a life that’s worth fighting for. I have a home and a family and three men who love me, who I love. I can’t give up. This drug will wear off sooner or later and when it does, I’m going to kill him. I’m going to murder this man and I won’t feel even an ounce of guilt for it.
CHAPTER 35
vik
Popping out the clip, I check my gun for the tenth time since we boarded this helicopter. Unlike me, Dimi is stock still, his expression hard and shuttered. He’s shut down, but I’ve seen him this way before. Despite appearances, he’s at his best when he’s this empty shell, blocking out his emotions and working on pure anger-fueled instincts.
“She didn’t run,” I say again.
He doesn’t say a word, or even glance in my direction, so I say it again. “She didn’t run. Someone took her. They came onto our island; our home, and they took our woman. Whoever it was is going to die.”
Dimi has his cell held out in front of him, the tracking app active, the dot indicating Ali’s location flashing and moving steadily. They’ve only covered about fifty miles since the app alerted us that Ali had left the island, so whatever kind of boat she’s on, it can only be small, a fast speedboat, or a fishing boat.
Right now, they’re still heading out into open water, so they must be planning to meet with a larger boat, rather than head to the next closest island. The pilot of the helicopter is moving fast, his GPS connected to the tracking app, so we’re following their route, and should see them in the next few minutes.
Sliding to the edge of the seat, I open the door, holding on to the handle as I look down, hoping to see a boat or something in the water below. When we fly over a huge yacht, anchored up, I know this is where the boat Ali’s on is headed.
“Look,” I say, pointing out the yacht.
Dimi nods, his face hard, but I swear some of the stone cracks. There’s no way Ali could have arranged to meet a super yacht out in the middle of the ocean. She’s had no access to any communication with the outside world since we brought her home. No cell, no computer, not even a landline she could try to access help with. We even disabled the browser on the TVs just in case she figured out how to access her email and call for help.
Telling the pilot to fly past the yacht, so we don’t arouse any suspicion, we turn back toward the island and keep searching.
CHAPTER 36
lev
We led Alabama to believe that escaping the island was impossible, but of course that wasn’t strictly true. Part of the reason that we’ve stayed by her side is to ensure she never had a chance to explore. I’m sure given an opportunity; she’d have found the hangar full of light aircraft and the small harbor full of camouflaged boats we keep just in case we need them.
When we first moved to the island, Dimi bought himself a fast as fuck power boat. He used it a handful of times before he got bored of almost killing himself every time he took it out and it’s been sitting here ever since.
I’m more than glad he decided to buy the fucking thing when I’m clear of the reef and opening the throttle up, pushing it to over a hundred miles an hour in a few seconds. The engine sounds like a plane taking off, but I swear I hear Diego say a prayer as we fly through the water. Activating the GPS system on the boat, I sync it with the tracker under Alabama’s skin and turn toward her, pushing the boat in her direction.
