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Mikhail hung up his phone. He tossed his bag off his shoulder and tossed the computer on the bed and started hooking up more equipment.
“Tarion, I need you to hack into Le’s bank accounts. Transfer twenty million dollars into Vesim’s checking account. Then, send a notification to his phone. He will leave soon after that. The lazy men with him will leave too. It will buy us enough time to retrieve Irma and escape.”
Mikhail was about to initiate some computer voodoo on Le’s money.
How is that going to help Anya? She could already be dead. They could have her tied up in a room or held down while they….
Bile rose in my throat as acid burned my esophagus. I checked my ammo, then walked toward the bed. I looked in the black bag, and grabbed two more guns, and an explosive.
I cleared my throat. “I’m going to find Anya; I’ll meet you on the roof.”
He looked up from the computer. “That’s fucking suicide, Cian. There’s no way that you can get her out without exposing yourself. I have no wish to tell Liam you died while saving your enemy’s daughter. We must play this smart. Don’t worry, we’ll find her, She’s safer with her enemies than the Dragons.”
Danger is danger. She isn’t safe with her enemies. I gave her my word that I wouldn’t allow anyone to harm her if I were breathing. After concealing the weapons, I turned to him. “That's not good enough.”
Besa and Tarion moved aside once they caught the narrowed look, I shot them as I walked out of the room. Running back to the hallway, I reached the rooftop without incident. Slipping through the door, I ignored the cool breeze as I crept to the back ledge. Peeking over the edge, I saw how wide the windows were on each floor and the fatal drop if my estimations were wrong. Without a second thought, I leapt over the ledge and fell two stories. I caught the ledge of the window. I hung there precariously like a kid on the monkey bars. I lifted my head and looked through the glass. This stairwell was flooded with the Vietnamese mafia.
Mikhail is right.
I dropped down to another floor.
I looked through the window, and no one was there. I quickly climbed inside. Pulling my gun, I stilled as I felt the floor vibrating and quietly crawled underneath the stairs. Within minutes, over a dozen men rushed toward the door. Instead of going through it, they backed up and their leader walked inside. The short thin male wore a black suit, with diamond cufflinks and had a Cuban cigar hanging from his mouth. There was nothing frightening about him but he was the one in power.
This must be Le Gian Kien.
Lifting my head, I closed my eyes. There was a faint scent of amaretto, pink prosecco, and warm amber. It wasn’t as strong as it usually was, but I knew that scent. Anya was into scents and this scent palate was uniquely hers. In the stairwell the scent of sweat, must, cigar, cigarettes, blood, and sex filled the tight space overpowering her feminine aroma. She had to be nearby.
Anya where are you?
I pulled out my phone and opened the app that translated speech in all languages. Le looked like he was about to give orders and I desperately wanted to know what he said. If he had Anya, I would shoot him in the head.
“Mach, have you found Mikhail and his men? There was blood in the stairwells above which means the cowardly asshole must be wounded. I want that pretty boy’s head before midnight. I can’t wait to send it to Viktor,” said Le.
“Boss, what about the men with him? Do you want their heads too?”
“Vu and I have searched the hotel. There was a struggle and a pair of heels were left near the bloody trail. Both Mikhail and his female might be hurt,” said Mach.
My stomach muscles tightened and the hair on my neck curled. Gently placing my phone down, I reached for my knife, then I felt it. The barrel of a gun pressed at the base of my skull.
“Don’t move. Gently remove your hand from your knife.”
The vibrations from his vocal cords alerted me that he was speaking. Whoever was pointing the gun at me was unaware that I couldn’t hear.
I can’t die in Prague.
My hand slowly moved away from my knife, but I removed my Glock. The problem was if I dodged the bullet and fired on him, the men a few paces away would hear the gunfire. In my haste to find Anya, I left it.
12
ANYA
PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC
Opening my left eye, I saw that he had another gun holstered at his waist. If he got me out of this building and into the car with his men, I was done. I still wasn’t sure who he was. He sounded like an Albanian, but he didn’t act like he worked for Vesim. He might be a freelancer looking to hand me over. Either way it didn’t matter. I wasn’t dying today.
I grabbed his gun, shot him in the thigh, and headbutted him. He released me. I rolled away from him aiming the gun at his head.
“Move again, and I’ll blow your brains out.” I stood and went another two steps from him.
