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“There are no other passengers?”
Narrowing his eyes, he seemed confused. “If they aren’t here by now, miss, they won’t be able to get on the plane.”
The man obviously didn’t know Kostya’s identity or how important he was. I nodded, jumping when the door was sealed. Everything suddenly shifted into slow motion as I backed away, no longer able to look outside. I stood still, remaining emotionless, concentrating on my breathing.
Another minute passed, maybe two. Then the plane lurched forward, an indication the pilot was about to take off, and my thoughts remained on Kostya. Would I ever see him again?
As the plane started to taxi, I shifted against the cabin wall, allowing one single tear to fall. From this point on, I had to keep my head clear, making certain I could protect myself. I glared at the knife, terrified I’d be forced to use it. But I would if necessary.
Seconds later the plane came to an abrupt stop, the hard jerk tossing me forward. Another wave of fear jetted through me as I scrambled to my feet, fisting my hand around the sheath. When I peered outside, the sight of a Mercedes put the fear of God into me. This was another ambush. The stairs were quickly rolled just under the door and within seconds the door swung open.
My grip on the knife firm, I allowed my muscles to tense, preparing to fight if necessary. The moment I sensed a presence, I pitched my arm forward.
A hand snapped around my wrist, squeezing until I dropped the weapon. Then I was dragged against a hard body.
“Kostya! I thought you were dead.” My heart swelled, every emotion I’d shared with him rushing to the surface.
“That’s what the bastard wanted, but I’m not killed that easily.”
Blood covered the side of his face from a gaping wound, his shirt drenched. “You’re hurt.”
“Stop worrying,” he said quietly as he cupped the side of my face, his fingers digging in. His breathing was far too ragged, an indication he’d been shot.
“You need to let me take a look.” The plane started to roll once again, the hard lurch causing an immediate reaction in Kostya, his other hand shifting to his weapon.
“In due time.” While he allowed me to guide him to one of the seats, he continuously glared out one of the plane windows.
“It’s not over. Is it?” I asked as I eased down beside him.
“Not yet,mi hermosa flor. Plans have changed. You’re coming with me to Miami. As I told you before, I’m the only man who can keep you safe.”
“What did I tell you about promises,” I muttered, thankful he was alive.
He turned his head, brushing his knuckles across my jaw, the look in his eyes more powerful than I’d ever seen. “I never make a promise I can’t keep, my sweethermosa flor. No one will ever touch you again.”
CHAPTER16
Kostya
Anger continued to boil from the depths of my being. The previous attack in New York had been a planned ambush, the bastard almost succeeding. Volkov had used twenty men, only half of which were now lying dead in the street, the others managing to get away. I’d lost two soldiers, both men taking bullets meant for me.
That had boosted my rage.
My patience had finally been yanked into oblivion. The man needed to die.
I’d had little time to verify the significant pieces of information, the few I managed presenting more questions than answers. However, it would appear the consortium Ovachov mentioned had been in effect for years, although there was no public mention of the current members. I suspected the Polish mafia leader had been a part of it until his death. I also suspected the Colombian Durango was as well. If that was the case, providing him with a warning of his possible assassination could bode well for obtaining additional assistance if necessary.
“You know all the best places,” Emily teased after easing from the Maserati. She walked closer, studying the building where the sports car had been stored.
The Robovault had been one of the better decisions I’d made in recent years. Given the crime rate in Miami, the secure facility allowed a few of my more expensive toys to remain in a temperature controlled, protected environment.
“Yes, I do enjoy strange surroundings. Don’t I?” I rubbed her arms then pulled her close.
“You’re doing it tonight,” she half whispered, glaring at the change in my attire. Tonight, I was more of a mercenary given the need for my soldiers, my change in clothing appropriate for the situation.
“It’s necessary. I doubt Volkov will be in Miami long. And he will make another attempt if he’s not shut down.”
“What if he isn’t your father?”
