The Russian narrows his gaze and grabs my wrist. “You understand?”
“Yeah, I get the drift. Let’s go.” Twisting out of his grasp, I imagine how many ways I will punch the smug look off his face, which does make me feel better. Should he harm a whisker on my little pal’s head, he is a dead man walking.
After finishing my drink at the clubhouse, they take away my wallet, phone, and weapon. Then, I’m driven to a strip of grass, where a Cessna rests near the end of the makeshift runway.
While I’m inspecting the plane, Kade shows up with his tail between his legs.
“When this is done, we are officially no longer friends, and I don’t owe you shit.” I’m so pissed, I can hardly think. How he drags me into his crap is freakin’ unbelievable.
“I swear, nothing bad is going to happen.” My ex’s empty promises make me want to blacken his other eye.
“Feed your bullshit to my cat. It’s going to need therapy for the rest of its life, and he’s already seriously fucked up.”
“Funny.” At his annoying chuckle, I swivel to face him.
“Do you fucking see anyone laughing?” Finished checking the tail section, I crawl under the plane to check the wheels and fuselage. To make a run like this, I’m not taking any chances.
Once I finish the exterior, I survey the inside where the Russian guards the crates.
“Nyet.” He prevents me from peeking inside which makes me more suspicious, but what can I do?
In the cockpit, my former friend jumps in next to me. “Landy, you know I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“No, Kade, I don’t. Not anymore.” I’m still sputtering as he jumps out.
Vile replaces him and shoves a burner phone at me. “Call this number if you have trouble.”
Before he can depart, I grab his shoulder and ask, “Will I be allowed to make a pit stop?”
“Nyet.”Oh, for chrissakes. Apparently, the Russian understands English and while his subterfuge is concerning, I have a more urgent problem.
Leaning out the door, I shout to Kade. “Go find me an adult diaper.”
His brows shoot up like I’m fucking kidding but I’m not. I’m dead serious. “Go now, dammit.”
When I’m sure I won’t be flying in a pool of my own piss, I climb back in the cock pit and work through my final checkout. In suit pants, tie, and blue button-down shirt, the bald man buckles the co-pilot’s seat, a pistol in his lap.
Chapter 5
Dash
Firefly: I took the cat. Don’t call. I hate you. Never speak to me again.
Many similar texts clog my inbox, but there’s no point in reading them all. I’m certain my helicopter-honey didn’t write them. Someone hijacked her phone, and I’m betting his name starts with K. When I scroll further, I notice she also left a voicemail.
“Hi bounty boy. I miss you like crazy. If you were here, I’d kneel in front of your giant cock, slip mister chubby between my lips, hold the base, and suck. Come home soon, sweetheart. I’m wet and waiting.”
A second, out-of-breath message makes my arm hair stand on end. “Don’t be mad but Kade just called. He said it was a matter of life and death. I can tell what you’re thinking but I can’t let him die. He saved my life; a debt I can never repay. If not for me, he’d still be a Marine instead of a biker. I ruined his life.”
Oh hell, no. Not again.I try to reach her, but my call goes straight to voicemail. Soon after, another text shows up.
Firefly: Fuck off and leave me alone.
Bollocks. I exit my hotel room, race down the hall, and pound on my dad’s door. When he finally opens, I push myself inside, and politely turn my back to the naked woman in his bed.
“I need your jet to bring me back to the states, post-haste.”
He glances at the red digits on the hotel’s cheap radio-alarm clock. “At this hour? Have fun finding a pilot.”
