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This time, they would be staying in a place that he owned. It would be protected like a fortress.
“I want to arrive at night. The less people who know, the better. I don’t want a repeat of Bermuda.”
“Yes, sir,” the captain acknowledged, tapping a few commands on the dashboard. “That won’t be a problem. We should arrive in a couple of days. We’ll use our stealth protocols.” That meant changing the name on the yacht and bringing out falsified papers for when they docked.
“Thanks, Peter.” Kole slapped his captain on the shoulder before making his way out of the wheelhouse. As he walked, his mind was on Mila. Since the attacks, he hadn’t wanted to let her out of his sight for long. Now, if he wasn’t with her, only his most trusted men would be allowed to guard her. She wasn’t to be left alone.
She had asked if she could call her brother to check in, and now would be the perfect time. He grabbed one of the satellite phones and made his way to where he knew she would be.
The sun deck.
She loved the sun and open air while they traveled on the water. He reached her and saw her laying on her back. Her skin was a smooth bronze, highlighting the ink on her arm. His chest swelled with the need to have her again, but that would have to wait, as they had more pressing things to talk about right now. And, she needed to check in. His shadow fell over her as he took in her perfect body.
Jethro was sitting off to the side, underneath a shaded area of the boat. He nodded to him, relieving him of his duty.
“Whoever is blocking the sun, must want to get shot,” she muttered, moving her shades from her face.
“The sun is worth more than my life?” he joked, sitting in the chair next to her. He placed the phone on the table and pulled his shirt over his head. It was too hot to be out here with a shirt on. He could feel the sweat already forming at his temples.
“Only if you mess up my tan lines” she retorted with a snort. “Want me to help you put on some sunscreen?” she asked, standing from her chair.
“Sure.” He sat forward on the lounge chair to allow her to fit behind him. She squeezed out some of the lotion in her hands and he closed his eyes as she began to run the cool lotion onto his back.
“You finally told Peter where we’re going?” she asked. He held in a groan as she kneaded some of the knots out of his back.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“I could feel a change in the course of the ship,” she admitted as she reached his shoulders.
“We can’t stay on water forever. We’re going to have to dock and refuel. This time, it’ll be somewhere where I have more control. I brought the satellite phone so that you can contact Pasha. It’s best to let him know that you’re fine. I’m sure he’s heard of the Bermuda attack.”
Word traveled fast, and his men were reporting that the Bermuda attack had spread everywhere. It was being broadcasted that the Belotov gang was assisting the Tokhan Bratva. Siding with the Tokhan meant that officially, his gang was enemies of the Slokavich Bratva. Before, he had no official qualms against the Slokavich, but this was a direct stance made against those gunning for Mila.
“I got the rest.” He motioned for the phone. “Call Pasha, and keep your conversation to a minimum. If someone’s able to intercept the call, it’ll take them days to pinpoint our current location.”
“Okay.” She stood from her spot, and he instantly missed the feeling of her legs surrounding him. He knew tonight, he would be deep in her pussy and would feel them wrapped around him.
She plopped down on her lounge chair and gripped the phone.
“Da,” she greeted whoever answered the phone. He laid back and turned his attention to her so that he could study her. He would never get enough of the mafia mistress.
