Chapter 32: Haley

Sunday. On the road. VA.

HALEY DID HER BEST to not let on to the fact she was sweating bullets. They'd taken the Kevlar vest she'd thrown on over her clothes, her guns and the knife she'd concealed in her sports bra. Thankfully, she'd fallen asleep still dressed, otherwise who knew what she'd be wearing for this unwanted adventure. Her eyes were gritty from the tears she'd shed, a fact that irritated her more than being caught. It shouldn't, but there it was. Her heart was distracting her from the very real facts of their situation.

Konstantin's life rested on his father-the man he hated most-coming to his rescue.

What kind of crazy was Natasha that she thought this would work?

Haley tugged at the bonds securing her wrists and ankles to the front passenger seat. For a couple thugs, they'd restrained her pretty damn well. She could just barely lean against the seatback with her hands fully extended in front of her. It was not comfortable, but better than being in the trunk or