There’s a spray of blood across his face and bizarrely, it makes his hazel eyes even brighter.
“I got ye, lass.”
Logan…
She’s pale as a ghost and no surprise because every time I’m around her, I’m killing someone.
Getting my arm under her arse, I scoop her up and say, “Close your eyes now. Dinnae look.”
She doesn’t close her eyes. She watches as I spray the bleating, howling billionaires with bullets as I race for the door. There’s another explosion, likely Kai’s group breaching the front of the mansion and the first crack travels jaggedly through the insanely thick glass wall facing the ocean. I shoot until I’m out of bullets and then I pull my modified Mac-10 from my shoulder holster and fire again, this time at the floor.
“What are you doing?” Arabella gasps, her hands gripping my shirt.
“Get behind me and cover your ears,” I shout to make sure she hears me. Clever thing, she does what I ask immediately, no questions, no shrieking.
I place six more explosive rounds into the floor, watching the cracks spider webbing madly through the glass and then two more on either side of the crack buckling the front wall. The huge room shudders, roaring like a fallen beast and then the floor drops loose, taking what’s left of the screaming men with it.
Wrapping my arm around Arabella’s waist, I take three giant steps back. One more explosive round, right in the center where the wall connects to the roof… It sounds like the shrill screams of a thousand damned souls as the wall falls in three enormous chunks, slamming against the rocks below.
The entire hallway buckles and heaves as the last two walls tear free from the house. One enormous sheet of glass manages to hold its form and cartwheels its way down the front of the mansion, tearing chunks from the stone and steel as it goes. The spray of glass shooting upward is nearly high enough to shoot into the hallway.
It’s time to go.
Arabella’s safety comes first. With a last, gleeful look, I squeeze her waist.
“We need to run, sweetheart.”
Sharg - Scottish slang for a wimp or a coward
Chapter Twelve
In which there is Yacht Regret and moments of What In The Hell Just Happened?
Logan…
“Did ye really have to blow up all three of them?”
Michael is looking all sorrowful as he watches the remains of Anselm’s yachts burn down to the waterline in the marina.
“I did warn ye I’d be using explosives,” I point out reasonably. “I dinnae want to risk anyone getting off the island.”
“Aye, but the middle one, the Adamas V, that was a beautiful thing. We could have re-outfitted her with a crew of twenty and sent her down to Naples with the-”
“Sorry lads, but we’re done here.” Da checks his G-Shock wristwatch. “Time for us to go. I’ve notified a contact in the DSIS that they should be moving in to collect all the bits and pieces. So they’ll likely be here within the next ten minutes. On the boat with ye.”
I pat Michael’s shoulder as I take Arabella’s hand. “You’ll just have to have your erotic fantasies about the Adamas V on your own time.”
“Feck off,” he says, but not like he really means it.
Arabella’s been silent this entire time. Her face is still pale and her pretty brown eyes are huge, as if she canna accept what she’s seeing.
“Come now, sweetheart,” I squeeze her to make sure she looks up at me. “Let’s get ye off this rock, aye?”
“Oh… That would be good,” she says blankly, as I hustle her around shattered stone and mountains of glass. Kai and another one of our men are keeping watch at the boat, gun up and sweeping the area as I help Arabella in. The black jetboat is a good one for operations like these, low to the water to avoid radar and equipped with an engine big enough to power a 747. I tuck her into a covered corner to keep her away from the ocean spray and we’re off and away from the smoldering ruins, shouting our goodbyes to the blazing compound and “Feck ye right up the arse!” as we tear across the water.
“Did everyone die?”
It’s the first thing Arabella’s said to me since we came ashore and settled into one of the safe houses. There’s four set closely together in the outskirts ofDragør, a little fishing village just outside of Copenhagen.
