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“Hiram, is there something you need to tell me?” He says nothing, but his silence is as loud as shouting.
“I-I have to go.” And he hangs up. I slam my hand on the steering wheel, cursing because I know he has been compromised.
“Fuck!” I know I can’t go after Ruslan now. He is expecting me. Instead of turning around, I dial the next number in line.
“Finally!” The voice on the other line says.
“Yeah you're up. I need somewhere to lay low. Preferably somewhere that comes with transportation and an underground theater. I need drones and I need all of this in zone 3.” I hear his fingers clicking and I know just like with Hiram, everything I need will be found and available.
“Damn boss. Is that it?” he chuckles.
“For starters.”
“Give me an hour.”
“Expected nothing less. I will be at the pick-up point.”
“You got it.” I hang up and shoot off one final text for what I feel in my gut will be the last time.
Me: Thank you for a night I will never forget. We both know this won’t work as anything more than what we have had. Please don’t look for me. Let’s not make this harder, Agent. Just let me go. The only one, C.
It needed to be said, but damn it hurts.
SIX
CALLUM
I fucking knewwhen I woke up she would be gone, but damn it cuts deep to have an empty bed beside me after the night we shared. I even stroked my cock when I realized she left, thinking of what she looked like riding my cock, stuffed to the brim, full of my meat, screaming my name while I did my best to pound life into her womb.
Fuck her tits were so plump and heavy in my hands, beading up every time I blew my breath on them. Hell, when I sucked them into my mouth I almost blew my load, at how sweet they were. Don’t get me started on her warm tight pussy. I was a goddamn cave man when I realized she was untouched, and I was the only one to claim her.
It doesn’t skip my attention that she left me alone in her house, which tells me as far as she is concerned, there is nothing here that could lead me to her. Thank fuck the tracer was already planted. “Speaking of,” I say to myself, reaching for my phone on the table. I pull up the app and the little dot shows she is headed to what looks like a restricted airfield and that has me jumping up and putting my clothes on. The tracer only works if she is in the U.S. If she leaves our airspace, I will lose her.
Panicking, I hit number three on my phone. “Go.” The voice on the other end says.
“She is headed to an airstrip. I sent you the coordinates. I need to know the plane she gets on if that plane has a flight plan. I need it an hour ago. She has a head start.”
“You got it. Give me ten.” He hangs up and I curse knowing ten minutes is too long. I am in my car when he calls back and crushes my soul. “No flight plan. I’m sorry. I do know it is planning an international voyage, only because the pilot is a known airspace violator in multiple countries. Once she leaves our airspace, she is gone.”
“Fuck!” I yell and throw my phone at my windshield. I watch as the glass splinters from the center and spreads out, mimicking my heart at this moment.Bzzz.My phone buzzes once more. I lean down, and pick it up from its place on the floor, ignoring the shattered screen.
“What!”
“Boss, I think you need to hear this.” My phone beeps alerting me to an incoming file. Hanging up I play it. I know the translation function on my line is working because it is clear the conversation I am listening to is in Russian.
“Did you give her the information?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Once she has been eradicated, you will get your family back. There better not be any hiccups, Hiram. Your daughter and wife would be a nice addition to my collection of girls.”
Listening to a voice I know is Ruslan Bobovich, threatening the man I also know is my Angel's tech guy, my blood begins to rise. I can feel it turning cold, brittle, and ice. I know they are talking about my woman. Hiram set her up and she is walking or flying rather, into an ambush. The thought of something happening to her, makes my gut hurt. I can barely fucking see. My vision is getting blurry with a mixture of panic and rage.
Hitting the number three on my phone I turn on my car and drive, breaking every speed limit heading toward my place. “Boss.” He sounds confused wondering why I am calling him again.
“I just sent you a file. I need to know where he is working from. His signal is going to jump in Europe. Pinpoint it. Send it to me. I am headed to the jet.” Hanging up, I call my supervisor. He has been calling my phone for the last twelve hours, but she is always going to come first.
“Debrieze, where the hell have you been? I have been trying to reach you all damn day.”
