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I sadly chuckled and she smiled.

“Besides. I knew what I was getting into. And you know? I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

I sadly smiled. “In a heartbeat.” Then, I pulled her into my arms.

* * *

It was easy to convince Antonio that Silvia and I missed the club and wanted to visit again.

Naturally, the guys waited outside.

She and I made our way through the club, searching for Marco and I couldn’t stop thinking back to a few hours ago when I kissed Sally goodnight and tucked her in. I hated walking away. But Silvia and I needed to do this.

After finally running into Marco, we pulled him into our old dressing room, explained what happened, and within thirty minutes he had a flight booked, fake ID’s, and a blacked out Mercedes waiting at the backdoor for us.

As brave and as tough as Silvia was, I could feel the fear radiating off her beside me in the car. And I couldn’t blame her.

If this went south, Antonio wouldn’t kill me. But Silvia… there was no guarantee he wouldn’t kill her.

The drive to the airport felt like slow motion, but when we eventually arrived I tossed the gun in the trash.

Silvia couldn’t stop watching our surroundings as we entered the busy space.

“Relax,” I whispered but unfortunately, it didn’t work.

Thankfully, for once, the process was fast and her and I boarded the plane in no time.

She took the window seat, looking out and I chewed the inside of my cheek, watching the flight attendant smile as she welcomed the passengers.

“What do we do now?” she whispered, turning to face me and when I looked at her, her leg was bouncing uncontrollably.

“I don’t know, we can fly the plane if you’d like.” I shrugged and she pinned me with a look, making me smile.

“Nirah.”

“I’m kidding.” I took her hands in mine. “Just calm down. As soon as we land we’ll figure something out, okay?”

Nibbling her bottom lip she nodded, then rested back in her seat.

“Try taking a nap.” I added and she exhaled slowly before closing her eyes.

My heart had been racing since I first opened my eyes this morning, but I couldn’t let her know that. It would simply make her feel worse.

I looked down at the little page Marco had given me with only an address jotted down.

Someone slipped into the seat beside me, and even though I hated being in the middle, I knew she needed the window seat more than I did.

“Where are we going?”

Time stilled for a second. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get myself to look at my husband sitting beside me.

* * *

With a strong hold on my upper arm he shoved me into the house. “Get in there.”

With frustration I whipped around to see, through the glass, as two of his men dragged Silvia away.

“No!” I hurried forward, but his body shielded me and when I went to push him away, he grabbed my forearms. “Don’t hurt her!” I tried fighting, but he merely walked me backward.