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“I already like the sound of this place, and I haven’t even gotten my hands on one of them yet.”
Kole chucked to himself and knew that he had lost her attention. Denis held it now.
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Kole hadto will his cock down as he stared at Mila in the shooting stall. She stood with her legs apart in the perfect form for holding a gun. His eyes were locked on her tan limbs, imagining them wrapped around his waist in the midst of their passion. He leaned back against the wall as he watched her shoot her weapon, pitying anyone on the wrong side of her gun.
He scowled as he realized she was drawing attention to herself. Her almost perfect aim had the shooting range in an uproar, as men began crowding around, watching her hit every mark. Silence filled the air as she lowered her weapon. Kole knew that the locals weren’t used to seeing someone with Mila’s skill behind a weapon.
His eyes cut over to Denis, and he could tell his friend was thinking the same thing. Mila took her ear protectors off, placed her gun on the counter in front of her and stepped back.
She turned and was immediately swarmed by the onlookers. A cocky smile spread across her face as she spoke with members of the crowd. Kole pushed off the wall and nodded his head to Denis, signaling it was time to go. He may have the owner of the range in his back pocket, but the locals were another thing. Bermuda was an island with close-knit people who loved to talk.
Denis pushed through the crowd and grabbed Mila by her arm, dragging her out of the crowd. Drawing attention was not good. Kole knew that Jethro would stay behind and speak to the owner about erasing the video in the range.
“Where are we going? Why are we leaving?” Mila snapped as they exited the building. Kole strode over to the waiting taxi. He had paid the driver good money to wait for them. The sound of the vehicle turning on filled the air before the driver guided the vehicle over to them.
“Kole, why are we leaving? I was kicking ass back there!” Mila demanded as she came to stand next to him. “It was harmless fun. The men in there were enjoying my shooting.”
“Enjoying it too well. We don’t want you to be the talk of the town. When word gets out about a female with a Russian accent, tattoos, and shooting with the precision of an assassin, what do you think will happen?” he snapped as he turned to her. He glared down at her, frustrated that she couldn’t see what was happening in front of her. She may be in a wig to disguise herself, but everyone knows that hair color could change. Most people gunning for her would expect something on her to change, and hair would be the first thing.
She returned his glare with her chest rapidly rising and falling. He knew that she was pissed, but he didn’t care. His top priority was keeping her safe, and if that meat pulling her from a public place and locking her in a steel room with no windows, then he would.
The fight slowly faded from her eyes as realization set in. She blew out a deep breath as she turned her face away from him.
“Look, I’m sorry. I was having too much fun in there. I let the attention get to my head,” she admitted, turning to him.
“It’s okay. I should have never recommended this. I knew you were good, but I didn’t realize how good.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He laid a kiss on her forehead and motioned for Denis to get the car door. He ushered Mila over to the waiting taxi.
He turned to see Jethro heading out of the building.
“Everything all right?” Kole asked as Jethro made it to the vehicle.
“Yeah, I spoke to Ricardo and he’ll take care of the security video.”
“Good,” Kole nodded. He knew that he would be able to trust the owner of the range to erase any proof that Mila was there. It was just the patrons of the range that he was worried about.
They fell into a tense silence as the vehicle pulled out onto the road. Kole glanced at Mila and found her deep in thought, staring out the window. When they returned to the resort, he would have to break the news that they would have to leave the island. They would need to stay a step ahead of the assassins that he was sure were coming for her. He pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a text to Peter. It was time that they ready the yacht.
“We’re leaving, aren’t we?” she asked in a low voice. He turned to find her still staring off at the scenery.
Guess he was making the announcement earlier than he thought. He wouldn’t hide it from her, only the location of where they would go next.
“Yeah,” he said, looking down at his phone as Peter responded immediately, informing him that the crew would be ready by morning. Pleased with the information, he placed his phone back in his pocket.
“Running has never been my style, Kole,” she said, turning toward him.
“I know.” He sighed and placed his arm around her shoulders. “But you heard your brother, he doesn’t want you involved. I may not agree with your brother on many things, but I do on this. I’ll keep you alive and safe while he handles it at home.”
“You know, you and him are a lot alike,” she drawled, pushing the blonde hair away from her face.
“Really?” Her brother was a ruthless and powerful gangster that had been a thorn in his side for years.
“Oh, yes,” she snorted. “Of course you would be blind to it. Both of you are intelligent, generous, fierce, and well-respected.”
“Hmm.”
“She just described you to a T,” Denis chuckled from his seat in the taxi.
