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And making sure I have a backup ship is literally twice as dull. But it is vital that everything goes smoothly. There can’t be a single thing left to chance.
Not on the biggest arms deal of my career.
I hang up after the plane lands. Looking over my shoulder as I clatter down the stairs, I see Persephone emerge from the dark plane cabin. She shields her eyes and follows me, a glum pout on her pretty face.
I stride to the waiting limo, holding the door for her. Her footsteps slow as she gets to the dark sedan.
She glances behind her to the plane, pressing her lips together. Looking for a last ditch rescue, perhaps.
I grab her elbow, impatient. “Get in the fucking car, lass.”
Her eyes flash as she tries to shake me loose. “Don’t touch me.”
I let her go, glowering. She slides in the car and I shut the door with more force than is truly necessary. I get in on the other side and then wave a hand to the driver.
As he pulls off, I roll up the partition and glance at Persephone. Her face is screwed up and pinched as she surveys the sandy ground. I can see the shore just beyond her, hear the swell and fade of the waves, feel the hot, salty wind whipping around my face.
“Where are we?” she asks.
Arching a brow, I tilt my head at her. “We are on a private island in Turks and Caicos.”
Her eyes narrow and her lips twitch. “And what happens now? You haven’t said why exactly you fucking kidnapped me and brought me here.”
“I need ye to forge some documents for me. And I brought ye here because I want to use the documents before ye get the chance to run and tell anyone about what I’m up to.” I suck in a breath and lift a shoulder. “Ye shouldn’t be detained more than three months. And I’m not expecting ye to work for free, of course.”
She crosses her arms, her eyes turning into slits. “This is the most insane way to conduct business. You could’ve just contracted me to work at home. Instead, you have broken any number of laws against kidnapping and… like, human trafficking? To bring me here.” She shakes her head, agitated. “Who would I have told, anyway?”
I squint out the window. “The FBI. The CIA. Or maybe yer ex-boyfriend.”
Her sharp inhale brings my attention back to her. “I’m not on speaking terms with Constantine, to put it mildly.”
I give her a cool glance. “I dinnae really care.”
Her grimace is enough response, I suppose. I sit back as the driver starts his way up a little hill. At the top is a beautiful beachfront mansion, white stucco walls and an elegant dark wood roof. Two stories sit on immaculately kept shady green grounds.
When we pull up to the large wooden double doors, I glance at Persephone. “Ladies first.”
Shaking her head, she refuses. “I don’t want to get out.”
I crack my knuckles, looking at her mildly. “Are ye asking for my help?”
Her cheeks flush a pleasing shade of scarlet. “I won’t tell anyone. Honest. Just let me get back on the plane and fly home.”
As fast as lightning, I move over toward her and shove her out of the vehicle. She fights against me as I wrestle her toward the front door.
“No! Help!”
She looks behind her, frantic. “Driver! Help me! This man has me hostage!”
The driver is standing nearby. But he nervously looks away, licking his lips. Smart man.
I stop, grabbing both her arms and pulling them behind her back. “Should’ve brought more zip ties, I guess.”
Lifting her slight body, I sling her over my shoulder as if she were no more important than a sack of flour. She shrieks as I carry her through the threshold, flailing and pounding her fists against my back.
“Let me go! Let me go, you fucking asshole!” she howls.
As her fists rain down on my back, I shudder. I don’t like to be touched on my back.
