I snarled as I broke open another ice pack. At this rate, I'd use the whole bag of them before tonight. Whatever time that stupid dinner was at. The loss of time was starting to get on my nerves. Hell, it was starting to drive me batty. No windows, I couldn't even give an estimate of what time it was. No sense of passing days or nights. Just the low lights of the cell and variable interruptions to trip my fight-or-flight system. I felt like I'd been here for both a couple days and a couple years. I made it back to the bed. The bottle of water Arkady's man had given to me wasn't even a quarter down yet. I glared at it. Between the aches and pains of my body, the possibly damaged kidney, and the lack of a sense of time, I was beginning to feel like I was losing my mind. Not a good thing when I needed to be sharp enough to try to escape at a moment's notice. I laid back down on the bed, slid the newest ice pack between the mattress and the sweatshirt I was still wearing. Sighe
Pulling up to the curb at the arrivals section of the Moscow airport, I ran the information Nik had given me through my mind again. Antonia had been moving product into Russia for a couple years now. Karine had been her contact. Her broker. Her go-between. According to Mas, who still hadn't arrived yet, Antonia had been meeting with the Russians two years ago in Italy. That's when they'd hooked up and Antonia had gotten pregnant. The front passenger door opened moments before the other doors did. I wasn't really surprised when I saw Mas slide into the front seat. Nor was I really surprised when he had a knife at my throat in the next breath. "My sister dies, you die," he said in his broken whispered voice.I nodded carefully. "As your entire family has stated. I'm bringing her back Mas.""My name is Wraith until this is over." He pulled the blade from my neck. "You got it, Wraith. Your handler said you would be here earlier." I turned to look at him. A wry smile pul
Sitting on the bed was nice. Quiet. Almost peaceful. If I weren't the guest of the crazy Kuznetsov brothers, I might have found it nice. "How long have you been here?" I asked Svetlana. She shrugged, turned to me. "It feels like forever."I nodded. "I get that. I know I haven't been here that long, but it freaking feels like it."She smiled. Went back to studying her nails. "Why did they bring you here? And why were you down in the cells?"I heaved a sigh. "A blood debt, I guess. Apparently, someone in my family killed someone in theirs."Her eyes widened slightly. "Have they been...mean?" Her face blanched slightly. I bumped a shoulder into the air. "I wasn't expecting the Ritz and free HBO. I'm still alive. That's all that matters to me."A sad smile pulled at the elegant lines of her face. "They can be quite vicious when they want." She rubbed a hand over her arm as if in reflex or long habit."Have they been mean to you?" I asked. I pushed at the heavy blanket
"Talia," Nik said. "Can you hear me?""TALIA!" Willow screamed. "She's gone. The line is dark. And we can't risk calling them. That could give away their position." "That's assuming they cut the call themselves," Striker said. "If they've been found out..." he let his voice trail off.I wanted to punch him in the face. But I knew he was right. "Nik, get us hooked up with Arkady's handler's supervisor. Now." Anger, fear, and horror dug into my guts. Wrenched and whipped them around. And, as if that weren't enough, it felt like urgency was an acid that drenched everything. "Dialing him in," she said quickly. "Who's taking lead?""I am," I said immediately. "This is Amber Hershel. How can I help you?"I stayed silent. Obviously, this wasn't the person we were hoping to talk to. "Hey Amber. I need to speak to Raymond again, please," Nik said. "Of course, Ms. Pelaez. Could you verify your access code, please?"Nik rattled off the string of letters and numbers so
The stupid dress was caught around my legs as Svetlana came in, her goon squad behind her. I couldn't push the skirt of the dress out of the way far enough to get to my feet. Something landed on my back. Brilliant, arcing pain danced through my body. "AHH!" I bit off the scream as my body jittered and quivered under the onslaught. Rolling my lips in, I mashed the already abused flesh between my teeth. "Arkady, you know better than to get involved. Don't you remember what happened last time you couldn't keep your nose out of matters that didn't concern you?" Svetlana hissed as she walked up next to me. She grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked my head back at a sharp angle. "You're not so special, you know." I spat in her face. Smiled fiercely when the bloody saliva hit her cheek. "Special enough to get VIP treatment, I think."She glared at me, her green eyes bright. With her free hand, she wiped her cheek. Smeared it down my face. "You looked better in blood, little do
I double clicked the mic on my rifle. The pre-arranged signal for all clear. We'd taken down at least three perimeter guards. Someone was expecting something. I would be willing to bet it was Karine. She was brilliant at making sure every contingency was covered.I waited at the head of my tunnel. Mas and his team had split up to cover our backtrail. Make sure there weren't any surprises for us on the way back out. That was even assuming we'd get to come out the back way. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It squeezed twice before I rammed the knife into his belly. "All clear," Mas said. In this type of situation, it was probably good that he had a damaged voice that rarely went above a whisper. "On your go."Nodding, I moved forward. We were two tunnels away from breaching the Kuznetsov property if the blueprints Nik had given us were correct. Please, deities, let them be correct. I would rain hell down on the Kuznetsov family if they thought to broadcast the gang rape and murder of
My head jerked to the side as fire lit up my cheek. I raised my hand to my face. It came away bloody. I looked at the woman. She gave me a finger wave. "I hope you're ready for the long haul, hellcat." She sneered the last word. She had rings on each finger. Each ring held a single colorless stone in the middle of a prong setting. I blinked. There was only one person who ever called me hellcat. Foster. This bitch thought Foster was hers? Cunt, please. Just on principle's sake, I wasn't going to let her have him. Had she asked nicely, I might have been willing to share. Maybe. Kinda. Okay, fine. I probably would have killed her for asking. But still. All this over a man? It wasn't like his penis was imbued with magical...wait...it kinda was. Dang it. Another slap, more fire arced across my cheekbone. Only on the other side this time. "Stop ignoring me, suka!" she screamed in my face. "Damn, girl. Chill out. It's just dick." I tipped my head towards the huge table
I could hear masculine laughter and high pitched feminine screams. My insides iced over as we ran through the halls. The mostly silent thpt, thpt, thpt of suppressed gun fire was barely audible over the noise in the main hall. Thank fuck for that. A double click sounded in my ear. All clear behind us. One more small miracle to add to the tally I was going to owe the universe for all of this. I brought up the blueprints of the main hall. Formerly used as a ballroom, it was now some kind of pretentious living room. A huge fucker that we had no idea how it was staged. For all we knew it was one big open space. We just had to pray that there was going to be some kind of coverage. On that note, I waved Striker forward. He had a scope and camera. Not for the first time this mission had his tech saved our asses. Including the Interpol guys. Striker eased in front of me, sent the mechanized scope around the corner. We all huddled around the camera display. I felt my belly erupt