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From the corner of my eye, I saw a few soldiers hop out of the way.
The pink-haired speed devil didn’t seem to notice. Her foot was firmly planted on the pedal as she made her way downtown.
I’d been in countless Bratva wars, several raids, and many heists. None of those events made my adrenaline spike through the roof as right the fuck now. I was going to shoot the instructor who supposedly taught her to drive. Then I was going to look up the idiot who gave her a driver’s license.
When she took a sharp corner, I clutched the door handle.
Katya gave me a sideway glance. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to wreck the car and get you killed.”
Blyat.“I’m not afraid of dying. I fear I’ll still bealiveafter you wrap us around a tree. I might end up in a fucking wheelchair. Or worse, comatose.”
She dismissively waved a hand. “You’ll be fine.”
My stomach made a weird twist, and I felt bile rise. I realized that she’d accomplished what no one had before—she literally made me want to puke. I had eviscerated countless people, some while they were still alive, and none of those occasions had had this effect on me. One drive with Katya and I was about to hurl my guts out. Oh, the irony.
“Hands on the wheel,” I growled. “Both hands on the fucking wheel.”
After she burned enough rubber to build a life raft out of what she’d left on the asphalt, I had enough. I pointed to a parking space at the nearest curb.
“Pull over.”
Her lips pursed, but she begrudgingly obeyed.
I barely made it out of the car.
She was standing next to me in a heartbeat, excitement shining on her face. “When can we go again?”
“When Damon makes the time.” Or any other poor sap who was crazy enough to get in a car with her behind the wheel.
Her face fell. “You’re not going to let me drive the McLaren anymore, are you?”
How astute of her. “Not in this lifetime.”
A gleam entered her eyes. “Damon loves fast cars. He’s even worse than Yuri. Maybe I can drive the—”
“You’re not taking the Vulcan.”
She frowned. “Then what am I going to drive?”
I saw a perfectly safe Volvo with her name on it in her future.
Katya was the one person on this planet who made me feel alive. Her driving skills might kill me though. I needed a distraction before she gave me her baby-blue puppy eyes. She didn’t realize the power she had over me, not quite.
I looked over her shoulder. There was a sign with shining letters in all the colors of the rainbow.
Her gaze followed mine. “Oh, there’s a fair. Can we go?”
“Sure.” Anything to keep her away from that car. Anything at all. I’d go shoot freaking fish in a barrel at a fair if I had to.
28
KRISTOFF
Katya looked like a kid who’d stepped into a candy store or, in this case, a state fair. She was spontaneous, seizing every opportunity life presented her with. Unlike me, who saw life as one big chessboard. Every step I took served a purpose and was plotted days, months, even years in advance.
Her eyes sparkled as she took in the Ferris wheel and the line of people walking along the boardwalk. The scent of cotton candy and corn dogs surrounded us.
I glanced behind me at the car who had followed us. Damon had been adamant about sending a protective detail with me. I gestured for them to stay back.
