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
"NET!" one of the brothers shouted. Restrained with only an inch between our faces, I sighed a breath around the agony in my lungs as she was hauled off. Two guards frog-marched her to the far side of the room. They never once let go of her arms. Gathering my strength, I turned to look at the brothers Kuznetsov. "Is it time for the raping to start yet?" I smiled at them. Felt the blood well and ooze over my mangled lips. My belly quivered and twitched as the blade caressed my guts. Sweet fuck, who knew getting stabbed was so freaking awful?"Da." The oldest brother rose from his seat. He walked to the end of the table, slapped one of the guys on the shoulder. "He will go first. But we must get setup."With that, he swung a hand in a weird twirling motion. From behind the table, a small group of men came running. Cameras, lighting equipment, and something I was pretty sure was a boom mike were carried in. They scurried around like rats through the garbage. Little did they know
No, no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Not again. Not like this. The blood that covered Talia had my gorge rising as I tried to apply pressure to her unconscious body. They'd fired too early. Not everyone had been in position. We'd lost two men, two more were injured, and Talia was dying. Black anger slid over my mind. They should have listened to me. Should have waited. I told them not to go. I told them not to start. "Move, Fancy Pants." Someone shoved me to the side. I elbowed them back. They caught me in the face with the butt of their gun. "If you're not going to help her, move the fuck back," Roger said in his calm voice. "I'll take you down before I let her bleed out." There was no anger, no emotion. Just the simple statement of fact. I leaned forward, brushed him out of the way. "There's too much blood.""Then it's good Dr. House just arrived at the new location. Get your ass up, Fancy Pants." He knocked me out of the way again. Pulled Talia up and into
With everything going on around me, I was about to push to my feet and stumble after the man who'd run off with Talia. Smashing against walls, I tripped and slid down the halls in their wake. "Wait," I called out. I was pretty sure the knife had either nicked a lung or fractured a rib, because breathing was becoming more and more strenuous. Someone stepped out of a connecting hall. A gun in his hand. I sucked in a breath. "DOWN!" I screamed as loud as I could. The guy holding Talia dropped to his knees immediately. With the last of my strength, I gathered myself and launched myself between the shooter and Talia. I felt the bullet graze my temple as I fell against her rescuer. "You've got to get her out of here," I said as I felt him move under me. "I will." He pushed me off him. Turned and used my body as a tripod to steady his shot. Within moments, gunshots filled the space. "He's down. If you can get up, you can go with me," the man said. I nodded. He pu
"What?" I growled low as I stabbed at the keyboard again. "She made it to Jessa," Nik said in my ear. "She's lost a lot of blood, but Jessa thinks she should be fine."I blew out a breath, felt the band around my chest relax slightly. I didn't make it go away completely. Nothing would do that, but holding her in my arms. And I was fucking stuck in this stupid hellhole trying to read Cyrillic so I could give Nik direct access to the computer. I wasn't even in on the fun of questioning Karine. Or Svetlana, or whatever else she wanted to call herself. "Last line of code, FP. I promise," Nik said in my ear. I pushed everything else aside, focused on the problem at hand. If I could get Nik what she needed, then I'd be able to get out of here. Go smash some heads in. Well, maybe not smash them in. Turns out Interpol agents still adhere to the Geneva Convention over here. More's the pity. "YES! That's it," Nik crowed in my ear. "You can run along now. As long as no one shu