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“How are you going to manage that when that bastard is dead and in pieces?” Victorio asks.
"They don’t know that yet. Plus, Killian hasn’t delivered the son of a bitch yet. We can bluff our way until we get inside to rescue the women.”
"Then, we head out now. I want Dracos’ head on a platter and anyone and everyone helping him dies, too. No one stays alive that might be a threat to my woman.”
Niko is about to argue, but I hold up my hand. "Niko takes over here. Marco, Vic and I will lead the charge, but I also want seven more of our best soldiers."
"You're going to blast my father's fortress of a home with ten men? When he usually has at least fifty or more on duty?" Marco asks incredulously.
"My men are better trained and disciplined. They are far better than your father's. I could do it with five, but I want a few more to circle around the women to keep them safe."
I walk off with Niko following right on my tail.
"Damn it, Antonio. I know I'm still healing, but I can fucking do this," he growls.
I turn around, facing off with him as I slap a hand on his shoulder, stopping his argument.
"I know you can, old friend. You’re my second now, though. I need you to watch over everything here. Vultures will smell weakness. I need you to make sure they don’t take advantage right now. Not to mention, it would be just like that bastard Dracos to attack here while I’m trying to find my wife. You're the only one I trust through and through to keep things secure. Plus, your wife is pregnant. She has lost too much lately, as it is. She needs you close."
I can see the struggle. I can see Niko questioning whether this is about his progress or if my words are true. I don't have time to talk him through it. This is my order as his boss.
Niko nods stiffly. "I won't let you down."
"I know that. Maxwell did his fair share of assuring me that you never would. That man's judgment was never wrong."
Niko feels the same pang of loss as I do in that moment. I see it in his eyes.
I turn around, walking off as he follows me.
"I'll make sure your jet is ready. I'll contact our ally in Turkey to switch you to a chopper when you land. You can get into our secure airstrip near Athens. It'll be quicker that way. It'll give you more time to surprise the asshole. I'll also have a flight plan logged for your jet to be set for Athens, so if Dracos is monitoring you, he will think he has a few days."
I smile.Max was right. Hell, he was always right.Niko was the perfect choice to have my back.
I get to my room to rush through packing Melina a bag. I was going to shower, but I can’t even think of cleaning myself up when who knows what condition she’s in at the moment. I just know that when I find her, she will want to be in clean clothes. I’ll rescue her and kill her father—there can’t be an alternative.
Dracos won't be getting away from me again.
melina
Staring at the door, I try to imagine what the rest of the plane looks like. I don't know why, but it's helping me concentrate on keeping myself together. Aden separated me from Helen, locking me in the stateroom and throwing me on the bed.
My wrists and ankles burn from the way I’ve struggled against the zip ties, but the pain keeps me from falling apart. It means I’m fighting this. I'm trying to help myself and my child.
Somehow that feels more productive than just giving in and waiting to die.
The door opens, and I try to prepare for what’s to come. My brother, Elias, walks in, shutting the door behind him quietly. His face is grim.
"Why, Eli? Why are you doing this?" I ask.
My heart hurts. I’m used to a lot of things when it comes to my family, but knowing Eli is helping Aden was a blow that I wasn’t prepared for. I’m used to being ignored by all my family. Yet, the only ones who have been truly evil have been the twins. This is a whole other level and I never expected Elias to be involved.
He pulls out a pocketknife from his pants, flicking it open, making me cringe. I try to scoot back on the bed away from him, but he grabs my leg. I gasp as he brings the knife down. Shock moves through me as he cuts away the tie and begins rubbing the tender area where the friction of the plastic has cut into my skin. I’m confused and still not truly aware of what he’s doing. I kick out at him, but my legs are numb and with my hands bound behind my back, it’s not much more than a pathetic attempt to hurt him. Elias grunts. My feet tingle painfully as the blood flow comes rushing back into them. I hiss, enduring the pain before he begins massaging again, making it dissipate.
I don't struggle as he cuts the ties on my wrist. The minute I’m free however, I scurry to the other side. I want to keep as much distance between us as humanly possible. My mind scrambles to think of what to use as a weapon. I might be able to knock him out, but that still leaves Aden and who knows how many others outside of the room.
Elias holds his hands up, closing the knife and slowly putting it back in his pocket. "You don't need to be afraid of me, Lina," he says, finally speaking.
"Considering you just kidnapped me from my husband and hurt people I care about, excuse me if I don't believe you."
