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He answered before the first ring finished.

“Tell me she didn’t escape already.”

“I have her. There was a Petrosyan extraction team sent after her,” I said. “There were at least five men. One carried Volkov-sourced ammunition.”

Silence filled the line. Across from me, Alessia’s expression stilled.

Ivan spoke more quietly. “Are you certain?”

I looked down at the loose round resting in my palm, the tiny, stamped numbers catching beneath the dim interior light.

“Yes.”

“Send me everything.”

CHAPTER 5

Alessia

I sat across from Sergei with the black silk robe wrapped tightly around my body, trying very hard not to think about the fact that I was still wearing a crystal-covered bodysuit beneath it or that a stranger’s bullet had passed close enough to my face to spray plaster through my hair or that I’d had an orgasm in his lap while he ground me against his large and definitely really hard cock.

White dust clung to the dark waves around my shoulders. There was a shallow cut near my temple from the broken glass in the private room, and one of my knees felt bruised from where it struck Sergei’s chest while he carried me down the stairs like a sack of flour.

He appeared untouched.

He’d removed his suit jacket and folded it beside him with an irritating amount of care. His gun rested in a holster beneath his left arm. Another weapon sat inside an open case beside his foot, along with the magazine he had taken from the Petrosyan soldier.

He hadn’t stopped watching the windows since we left Manhattan.

The glass was dark enough that no one outside could see us, but Sergei tracked every passing headlight and every vehicle that remained behind us for more than two turns. He checked the mirror above the driver, then checked his phone, then checked the road. Then he started the whole sequence again without appearing restless.

He was monitoring everything.

“Turn the car around,” I demanded.

Sergei glanced at me. “No.”

“I have a home.”