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No!
He threw the can roughly into the trolley. The sound rattled my bones. My eyes watered and I took a step back. And another step away. Away from the stranger who looked a lot like the man from my past.
Although, slightly different. His wavy hair was longer and thicker. Overgrown. Scruff grew on his jaw. And his eyes… they were more intense. Held more rage and promises of death.
“Vanessa…”
Jett's voice sounded far, like a faint whisper from a thousand miles away. He put a hand on my arm andhiseyes blazed.
He shook his head. “Tsk, tsk, I wouldn't touch her if I were you.”
“And who the fuck are you?” Jett hissed.
He smirked and shrugged. “Her guardian angel.”
His men—the men in black—spread out behind him, each with black guns visibly tucked between their belts. Jett caught sight of it and his hand slipped off mine.
“Vanessa,” he started whispering. “Don't worry, I'm going to get us out of here, I promise I will...”
His voice faded to the back of my head when I caught swift movement. Pavel pulled out his gun, aimed, and slid a fingerover the trigger. My eyes widened and I jumped in front of Jett, standing between the gun and his head.
“No!” I screamed, finally finding my voice. “No, please. Don't hurt him.”
Hedidn't find my heroic display amusing. Irritated at best describes his expression. He glanced at his silver watch and tapped the glass. “He has exactly three seconds to get the fuck out of here before I put three fucking bullets in his…”
I didn't wait for him to finish talking. I turned around, shaking now.
“Jett, please…” I clasped my hands together. “You have to leave.” He shook his head. If only he understood; this was not the time to be a hero.
“Three…”
“I'm not leaving you with these crazy men.”
Hot tears burned my cheeks. “Jett, please, you have to go.” I latched my hand to his arm and began to push. I didn’t think I could live knowing someone died because of me.
“Two…”
“Now!” After the scream tore through my throat, the urgency sunk in.
With one last,finallook—the kind that meantgoodbye forever—he spun on his heels and ran. As fast as his legs took him. When I turned around, he, Alexei Petrov, held the gun. A chill ran down my spine.
My chest rose and fell in quick succession. With trembling hands, I wiped the tears off my cheeks. My heart pounded harshly, and my blood ran cold. Seeing him again... being this close to him scrambled all my common sense. I couldn’t think clearly.
I needed space to think but the cigar and pinewood scent wafted through the air and made my thoughts hazy.
“Hm.” He cocked his head to the side and tossed the gun to Pavel. “That guy…he had a death wish. You should have let him stay.”
I couldn’t pay attention to what he said. The promise he’d whispered in my ear every night, in every dream, repeated in my brain over and over, like tumbleweed rolling through a desert.
“I’ll find you, kitten. And when I do, I’ll make you fucking pay.”
I swallowed, finding it hard to believe he stood in front of me. He found me and it felt like the walls were closing in.
“So, this is where you’ve been hiding.” He combed his hair with his fingers. His stance was tall, and intimidating, like it had always been. “I can't say I'm impressed. Dubai would have been a better place. I’ve been there several times, and you know, they have magnificent views, good food… and women who don't fucking run away.”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Ignoring the trolley, I took my chances and ran in the opposite direction. The cocking of guns followed but they didn’t shoot.
