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“Then he should’ve been more careful with entrances to his property,” I point out.
“We only know about this entrance because I found the plans in Genevra’s house,” James points out. “Fuck, she’s going to be really angry that I went through her things.”
“We’ll need to deal with Genevra later.” I close the back door and jump in the front passenger seat. “Get moving.”
“Don’t you want to be in the back with Isabella?” James puts the car in drive, pulling away with a wheel spin.
“Nope.” I shake my head. “It’s best if she’s lying flat.”
“Why?” James glances at me as he spins the car around to head back toward the main road.
“That’s why.” Three giant Russians pop out the gate and start firing at the car.
“Jesus!” James jumps. “You’d think they wouldn’t fire on us because we have Isabella.”
“That’s why they’re not shooting directly at us but at the tires.”
“We could flip the fucking car with a blowout,” James snarls, gunning it.
“Slow down!” Isabella comes around in the backseat. “Please, I’m going to be sick.”
“What?” James glances in the mirror, and I look around the seat.
Isabella looks very pale and has started retching. “Please, I’m… going… to…” She leans over and vomits. “I can’t ride in a car.” She vomits again on the carpet.
Suddenly, James slams on the brakes, and the car skids. I shoot forward, just managing to stop myself on the dashboard, and Isabella braces herself against the back of my seat.
“What the fuck, James!” I growl.
Before I can even look up, he slams the car into reverse and starts going backward, swerves, and turns us in the opposite direction as the car spins around. I see why. A roadblock of black SUVs and a team of Zhukov Special Forces block the road ahead.
“Shit, they got there fast!”
“It’s a trap,” Isabella says weakly. “Konstantin knew you were coming. He had his men on alert after that bastard Donald Whitman got onto the property earlier.”
“Donald Whitman?” My eyes widen. I know that fucking pervert. I banned him from the Dark Velvet Lounge two years ago when I took over. The man had tastes that didn’t sit well with me.
“Yes.” Isabella nods. “He was the man who hurt Stacy when she was seventeen.”
A surge of rage pulses through me. “That bastard,” I growl. “I’ll kill him.”
But before I can finish, James slams on the brakes again, skidding to a stop. “Have you still not learned to drive like a decent fucking human being?” Isabella snaps at James with such savagery my mouth drops open.
I’ve seen her angry, but shit, not like that. Her eyes have gone almost completely gold with molten anger as the words spew from her mouth like flames.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” James glares at her. “This is not my fault. Blame your psycho brother and his team of Russian hitmen.”
“It’s not their fault that you kidnapped me!” She fumes. “This is your fault!”
Ignoring her, James points, looking to the side. “Feel like a trip through the forest?”
“Don’t be absurd, James,” Isabella yells at him, anger still burning in her eyes. “You don’t know the forest. Anything could happen to us. Just give up and let me go.”
“Not a fucking chance!” James and I say in unison.
“Forest?” James looks at me.
“Forest!” I nod
