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“Get her out of here!” I shouted, not giving a shit what Alexi did to us anymore. If even one of those things decided to shoot, there wouldn’t be a Clover left to torture.
“Is just precaution.” Alexi laughed as drones flew in from behind us as well, spotlights on and aimed at the unconscious redhead in the sleeper hold five meters away. “Our technology is state of art.”
“Your city has been captured by the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation,” two dozen robotic voices recited in unison as they clustered around Clover and the arsehole holding her.
His eyes went wide and cut over to Alexi’s.
“This is your only chance to surrender. You have ten seconds to raise your hands above your head—”
“Sir?” The sergeant began walking backward toward the door, Clover’s heels dragging in front of him.
“Take her inside!” I shouted.
“Zhey von’t shoot.” Alexi chuckled, turning back to the camera as sweat beaded on his bald, wrinkled head. “Each drone is piloted by esteemed member of armed forces.”
Turning back toward Clover, Alexi gave the command. “Zhis is President Abramov. Stand down. I repeat, stand down.”
“Ten.”
“Fuck!” Breaking away from Alexi, I lunged for the door and nearly ripped my own arm off when I yanked on the handle and it didn’t budge. Jerking it again and again, I kicked and pounded on the metal surface, screaming for someone to open it from the inside.
But all of the soldiers were stationed on the first three floors. No one was up there to hear us.
“Six.”
“Is the helicopter armored?” I shouted at the pilot, grabbing Clover’s body from the piece of shite whose death I was plotting next.
He was more than happy to hand her over, considering that there were at least twenty-four fully automatic machine guns aimed at her head.
The man glanced from me to Alexi in confusion. I must have spoken to him in English.
Fuck.
Rather than repeating the question in Russian, I simply lifted Clover into my arms and sprinted for the chopper.
“Three.”
Our shadows splashed across the interior, backlit by a fleet of spotlights, as I laid Clover’s unconscious body on the floorboard.
“Two.”
Climbing in after her, I only had time to close one door before I threw myself on top of her, before the final second of our lives was announced by a chorus of machines outside.
Pressing my lips to hers, I waited to feel a barrage of bullets rip my body to shreds, but all I felt as the drones opened fire was the subtle curve of those lips as Clover’s hands slid up my back and her legs parted, pulling me closer.
What should have been a deafening eruption of noise as two dozen machine guns unloaded at once sounded more like a distant string of firecrackers thanks to the armor-plated exterior of the helicopter and the blood rushing in my ears. There was no ping of metal on metal. No vibration telling me the chopper was under attack. The drones were definitely shooting at something …
But this time, it wasn’t us.
CHAPTER 50
CLOVER
My eyelids were so heavy, but my body felt weightless as a pair of soft lips peppered my forehead, my nose, my cheeks with kisses.
“You don’t have to fight anymore. Neither of us does. It’s okay.”
The voice was as familiar as my own, but it didn’t belong to Damien. It was slightly softer but just as sweet. It made my heart just as fluttery, my smile just as wide. I basked in the timbre of it, let it warm my face like the first rays of sun after a long winter.
