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“We’re landing in just a few minutes.” I swallow hard and take a few deep breaths. “We’re coming, okay? We’ll be right there.”
I don’t know who hangs up first and I don’t care. All I care about is getting off this fucking plane and finding out where the ever-loving fuck Clara is.
If Martin is responsible…
He’ll wish I’d kill him. It would be better than what I actually intend to do.
“Yo.” Tolya nudges me with his foot as we take our seats and buckle in for the landing. “I’m right here with you. We’re going to find Clara, and we’re going to make sure your family is safe. Okay?”
I want to hug him. To tell him I’m glad he’s back and I’m sorry it took so long.
But we don’t have time for that. The jet descends, we hit smooth pavement, and as we taxi down the runway, I remind myself that this is not a time to let my anxiety and panic overrun my logic. I have to be cool. I have to be calm. I have to?—
I have to find the fucking switch to the hidden cache of weapons on this jet.
Because we’re under attack.
Bullets riddle the side of my Gulfstream and I’m instantly beyond pissed. The flight attendant screams and rushes back inside, her arm covered in blood from a graze in her shoulder. Tolya and I both quickly usher her into the safety of the jet bedroom, then grab our guns from the cache inside the coffee table.
The body of my pilot is blocking the way out. His copilot is slumped against the door to the cockpit. Both of them are dead, their blood splattered all over the boarding area.
Tolya shoulders past me and starts firing. After a few shouts, he quickly nods and motions for me to follow him. “Cleared a path. Let’s go!”
It’s a short-lived reprieve. As we descend down the stairs, more bullets whizz past our heads and bodies and it’s all we can do to duck behind the nearest loading truck for cover.
“Who the fuck are these guys?” Tolya shouts over the loud echoes of gunshots.
“Yakuza!”
This time, it’s literally Yakuza, not some hired stooges cosplaying as Japanese gangsters. Oleg is not around to fuck shitup by adding his mercenaries and I happen to have a few ideas as to why Raizo’s out for my head. And Tolya’s, by proxy.
I take that back—Oleg doesn’t even have to be alive to still fuck shit up. It’s his fault his two sons are now scrambling to figure out just how many pissed-off Japanese mobsters are trying to murder them because he couldn’t leave well enough alone. No, he had to go and use stolen Bratva money to pay mercenaries topretendto be Yakuza, all while actually joining in with the real Yakuza so whatever fucking chaos he wanted to sow would just… just…
You know what? I’m done trying to figure out what the fuck that asshole’s whole game plan was.
I’m also done getting shot at.
I pivot around the loading truck and squeeze a few shots off at the nearest shooters. I miss one, but hit the other square in the chest.
When I pivot back in, Tolya takes my place and finishes the one guy off while knocking off a third.
“You got a car?” he asks.
“God, I hope so.” I check my ammo and toss him a spare magazine I had the presence of mind to grab from the jet. “If it’s not Swiss cheese by now, it’s out back behind the hangar.”
Tolya nods. “Meet you there.” And before I have a chance to protest, he runs out firing and heads for the rear door of the hangar.
Fuck me.
I steel myself for the oncoming onslaught.Don’t get shot. I’ve got too much to lose this time.
My own attempt to make a mad dash for the back exit is cut off by some asshole with an automatic. I have to throw myself down to the pavement just to avoid the stream of bullets that fly overhead.
I roll onto my stomach and scan the hangar until I spot him, then squeeze a few more shots until I hear him scream and watch him drop like a sack of potatoes.
A long shadow suddenly covers me. It’s the only warning I get before Raizo’s lieutenant aims his gun right at my head.
I manage to roll away just in time; the sound of the blast is damn near deafening. He readies himself for the next shot but I’m not fucking around—I swing my legs over, catching him behind the knees. He cries out in surprise and I snatch the gun from his hands as he stumbles to the ground.
