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Bowie had turned instinctively at her arrival, and because he was closer to the window, more chunks of glass hit him. He swung his gun around and pointed it at her. “Who the fuck are you?”
Her head lifted. “The place is surrounded. Cops have you locked in from every direction. Drop the weapon, right now, and you might get to live and see another day.” She rose. One hand went behind her back. Shards of broken glass rained down her body and over the all-black outfit that she wore.
Midas crept toward Bowie.
Ray let out a long groan and slowly sat up. He seemed to realize that all was not as he’d originally thought. “Ms. Kiera…” He crawled toward her.
Kiera choked and blood slid from the corner of her mouth.
Bowie swung around, and his weapon slid over everyone as he seemed to realize that he’d screwed up. If the cops were outside, he couldn’t escape.
“No one is gonna believe the story that I hurt Kiera,” Midas said. “Not now. There is no escape for you. The cops will take you into custody. They’ll make you tell them about your boss.”
Ray crouched over Kiera. His hands pressed to her chest. Blood covered his fingers. His head tilted back, and he gazed at Bowie in horror. “What did you do?”
“What I was paid to do.”
“You shouldn’t have,” Ray cried back. “Not her. Not her.”
Bowie’s left hand clutched his blood-drenched stomach. His breath heaved in and out, and he weaved on his feet. He swallowed. “Fuck me. At least…going out with a bang.” And his shaking weapon landed on Midas. “Your father says hi—”
Lane Lawson ran through the open front door. “What in the hell is happening?”
Boom.
A bullet tore into Bowie, and he jerked backward. His shoulders hit the wall behind him. His eyes widened.
And he fell to the floor.
Chapter Sixteen
Darkness waited outside the window of the private plane. They were cruising, the pilot had things completely under control, and Midas wanted to rip the world apart.
Your father says hi.
The last words spoken by Bowie Dodge.
Because after those words, Ray had fired a shot that hit Bowie in the head. Lane’s sudden appearance had caught Bowie off guard. In that instant of confusion, Ray had pulled out his backup weapon—didn’t everyone have a freaking backup?—and blasted at Bowie even as Ray’s other hand had pressed to Kiera’s chest in an effort to stop the blood flow.
He’d fired four times. The first bullet had connected with Bowie. The other three had thudded into the wall. Midas had grabbed Alina and covered her until the bullets stopped firing.
“Are you going to say anything?” Alina sat across from him. Deep, dark eyes. Nervous hands that gripped the armrests.
“You shouldn’t be here.” That was saying plenty.
“Yes, I got that you wanted to leave me behind with Memphis and Lane. And their mysterious partner.”
Their partner—that would have been the woman who came hurtling through the window. She’d said that she needed to cause a distraction. That she’d realized what was happening inside because she’d been watching them. She’d been the pair of “eyes” that Memphis had mentioned before.
Ophelia. Ophelia Raine. She’d gone to the hospital with Kiera. For the moment, Kiera was still alive. Midas hoped like hell that she would stay that way.
In the meantime, he had an appointment to keep.
“I thought you’d said that where I go, you’d go,” Alina continued in her careful, subdued voice. “But you were trying to ditch me at the first opportunity. That’s hardly the way to keep a close watch on your charge.”
He swallowed. “I don’t want you anywhere around my father.” And that was where he was headed. Like there was a choice. His father was involved in this mess, no doubt about it, and the bastard was only going to talk if Midas sat down in the same room with him.
“I don’t want you facing him alone.”
