Page 71 of Mile High Heist

His eyes widened as I swung my dildo down on his face. He wriggled and twisted just enough to avoid a dildo-shaped crater in his skull. I hit the floor with a loud BANG as he tried to buck me off.

I gripped his hair, yanking his head back, so I could wrap the whip around his neck.

“Should we flip a fucking coin?” I snarled in his ear. “Are you feeling lucky, snake?” I tightened the noose as his body thrashed underneath me.

Even mostly incapacitated, he was still fighting for his life. He thrust the gimlet knife into the side of my thigh, just above my knee. The pain was so sudden that I almost lost my grip on the whip. I howled, but didn’t let go. I pulled and pulled, while he twisted and twisted.

Fuck!

I gritted my teeth and bit my tongue, iron filling my mouth as I fought not to release him. One of us would give in first. One of us…

A deep, groaning sound reverberated throughout the cargo hold. We both turned toward the sound.

A fucking container was heading straight for us, released from its shackles. A whole ton of hard-cornered metal. We had mere seconds before it crushed us.

Cursing, I released the whip and threw myself to the side, just as the container whizzed past me and slammed into the wall, leaving a car-sized dent.

Jesus, that was close.

Unfortunately, the Viper had disappeared. Again.

I spotted my dildo rolling away and went after it, scooping it up. Some men wielded swords. I had Cockzilla.

I limped forward, eyes searching. I wiped absently at the blood dripping down my brow. I’d slipped into that no-pain state of mind. That disconnect between my logical brain and my baser, primal instincts.

My life was threatened. My girl was threatened. My Madoc—

“JAX!”

I snapped around, alarmed by her voice. Olivia was holding onto a railing, her face white with panic. She pointed toward the external cargo hold door.

No fucking way.

My Viper had hitched on a backpack and was swiping an ID badge across the keypad. Noticing my attention, his bloodied face creased into that unnerving smile. Then he lifted his other hand and waved.

Not at me.

At Olivia.

Movement to my left caught my attention. Madoc was sprinting toward me, his face hard with determination. I was confused for all of three seconds before I understood his intentions.

He tackled me to the floor just as the keypad light blinked green and the cargo bay doors cracked open.

Then the plane exploded around us.

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JAX

Instantly, the pressure dropped and the Viper launched himself out of the plane.

Fucking coward.

There was an explosive rush of air, like a bomb had detonated. My ears rang, my lungs seized. I barely felt Madoc’s body on top of me before he was gone.

The cargo door was a quick-release, meaning there was no slow decompression. It meant that between one blink and the next, a whole fucking hurricane had climbed into the plane.

Shit. Shit. Shit.