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His arms circled me protectively as we moved towards the exit, his huge hands settled on my waist. We walked in time as we headed towards passport control.
All of a sudden, his pace quickened, and he came to my side now, ushering me towards the gate. Crowds of people seemed to part as he strode through, subconsciously avoiding him.
We were through in no time.
“Ain’t got time to get the bags, Lex. Stick with me. We need to get the fuck outta here, right now. Stay cool, okay?”
I felt a twinge of panic in my stomach and started looking around at the crowds of people milling here and there, wondering what Cruz had seen.
I guessed he had plied me with champagne to ease my nerves, which had definitely helped.
I had a few spare clothes in my hold-all, which would have to do.
I tried to breathe slowly in through my nose and out through my mouth, imitating Cruz. Soon, I started to feel a relaxed and almost meditative calm come over me as we reached our car.
I didn’t know a great deal about cars, but this one was sleek. A black Mercedes coupe, smaller than the large saloon we’d had in Paris. But just as luxurious. The car looked both sleek and mean.
A vision of Cruz in his suit the night before rose into my mind.
“Gotta thank your dad for this when we get back. AMG.” He patted the car as he opened the door to let me in, shielding me with his body. “If they keep up, I’ll be amazed.”
As soon as I was in the car Cruz jumped across the hood and was in the driver’s seat in a second.
“Was that really necessary? Show-off,” I said.
His face was hard. “Hold on to something, Lex. But not my cock this time.”
Moments later, I was stunned into silence as the car roared from the terminal, tires screaming and smoke billowing from them as we sped away at breakneck speed.
I was left breathless at the raw power of the car as I was thrown back into the bucket sports seat. I held onto the door’s armrest for dear life.
Cruz
As we were leaving the place I’d seen a few figures following us. I recognized one of the Russians who I’d bumped into on the flight to Paris. There were at least three others, probably more lurking in the shadows.
They were close. This was it. It was time to stop thinking.
The sheer power of the car I drove was even a shock to me. I’d done getaway driving in the past, but this car was something else.
As I accelerated out onto the main road, tires and loud engines revved behind me. Two cars were on my tail, swerving around shocked drivers.
The game was up now. I just had to be one step ahead. Set up the first meeting so it went in my favor.
I felt sorry for Alexandra in the passenger seat as I barely made it through a red light, swerving violently right across a large intersection. The tires cried out as they kept the car on the road, back end tailing out as we sped around the corner. I eased off the accelerator until the car righted itself, and then slammed my foot down.
We shot forward again, the road ahead clear. Two cars followed, slightly farther behind now; they had obviously run the red light.
I visualized the map of the city I’d spent time memorizing, looking around for landmarks. I was fairly sure I knew where we were. I was heading towards a hotel I knew had an underground car park.
If I could get there first…
I reasoned that it would give me a few minutes at least. Enough time to get to a room.
I was unarmed, but the first bad guy to get near me would solve that problem. I would simply break his fucking arm and take his gun. Easy. I’d done it before plenty of times.
Might even shoot him if he looks at me funny, I thought angrily.
The lights at the huge intersection a little way down the road were red, and traffic was backed up. I braked sharply and swerved into a narrow side street for a quick detour, dodging a couple market stalls and a few pedestrians who looked at me, shocked.
