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It wasn’t enough to narrow it down to the Russians or the Polish.
“Your presence has been noticed today, angel,” I whispered.
She stiffened beside me. I noticed her jawline set firmly as she looked back too.
“If it’s my father, I’m going to kill him myself,” she vowed. I should have scolded her, but I couldn’t, not when her ferocity was making my already spent cock hard again. I felt the limo’s engine pick up as it turned a corner and then another.
“They’ve dropped a few cars back, but they’re still there, boss,” he stated.
“Get on interstate 95. Go north. Try to lose them while I make a few calls.”
My limo wasn’t just an ordinary run of the mill model. Everything about it was custom, but unassuming. I’d designed it that way on purpose. Every single surface could withstand a bullet. It didn’t matter if it was glass or metal. The engine was top of the line and could push this heavy beast of a car to top speeds in less than a second. The front end was styled like that of an Escalade, but by the time I’d finished with it, it was practically an armored tank.
Bronson started to pick up speed as he merged onto the highway. He quickly moved over from the right lane to the left one, passing several cars in the process. I watched as the Durango followed. If there had been any question that they were tailing us, there was none now.
I glanced forward, just catching sight of the speedometer. He was already pushing it over eighty miles per hour and quickly approaching ninety. The other car swiftly followed suit.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed my closest associate in the New York City state police.
“I need your help,” I said quickly.
“What do you need, boss?” Tony answered.
He and I went way back. I’d got him his job in the force after wiping several things off his record as a favor. Ever since then, he’d directed certain investigations away from me or in a particular enemy’s direction if I needed it. I had a number of men like him on both the local and state level, as well as a few more that were federally connected.
Recently, he’d received a very generous promotion. I hadn’t told him I’d pulled a few strings, but it had pushed him up to the level of captain in the organized crime division. If he kept attention off me and my allies well enough, he’d receive another.
He had never said it officially, but he knew who had put him there. He also knew that it would be easy for me to take it all away.
“I95 North. Going north heading toward Port Chester. I need all the men you can spare. I’ve got a black Dodge Durango on my tail that’s either Polish mafia or Russian Bratva. They’ve been tailing me for a good while now and I’ve got precious cargo that they’re never going to be allowed to touch,” I said quickly.
He didn’t ask questions.
“I’ll get my men on it right away. Are they armed?”
“I’m assuming so. Their vehicle appears to be modified, so bring your heavy hitters.”
“Got it.”
“License plate is DT7H38. I’m assuming it’s a fake, or it’s stolen, but it’ll help you to zero in on them,” I continued.
“I’ll take care of them, boss. Get somewhere safe,” he replied.
I hung up the phone. Less than sixty seconds later, I heard the shrill sound of sirens behind us.
“Step on it, Bronson. Get us home in one piece,” I demanded.
As Bronson picked up speed, I pulled out the seatbelt and buckled Kasia in. She protested and I lightly grabbed her wrist just so that I could move it out of my way. Once I was certain that she was safely secure, I reached to the side and pressed a hidden button.
A small compartment in the floor opened, showcasing a tiny portion of the weapons stash at my disposal. I kept the bare minimum in here with me and the rest inside my armory back home.
I pulled out my favorite Glock, a steel gray custom metal 9mm handgun. I checked that the slide was clear and popped out the cartridge to ensure it was full of bullets. I’d been able to tell by the weight, but it never hurt to be certain in a time like this.
Kasia’s eyes were round, her gaze trained on me. “I’m starting to understand at least a little why you said I was safe with you,” she murmured.
I smirked a little and cocked my weapon.
Bronson stepped on the gas and the engine roared. We were going well over one hundred miles per hour now. Traffic was light, so it was easy for him to weave in and out, but the Durango kept a close tail on us.
