Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Now he got the shocked expression she saw a lot from the people around her. “No. We’re not going to take them. We’re going to sit on our asses and wait for MaeBe to come up with a brilliant plan to save us.”
“Or my parents to blow up enough shit that this person of yours shoves me back out in the world and asks them to go away.” Her dad was going to be mad, but…her mom. Her mom had to be so scared. “They’re going to be so pissed at me. It might be better to die.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t joke right now.”
“I’m not necessarily joking. Dad I can probably handle. He’ll try to inject me with some sort of tracker, but he’ll chill after a while,” she explained. “My mom will never forget. Never. She’s the one who saved me from the tracker the first time around. There was a lot of talk about bodily autonomy, but she will let that go now. She’ll hold my ass down and put the collar around my neck. Or they’ll lock me in my room. Forever. I guess they know I ditched all their GPS devices. Like I couldn’t find that in my shoe. I know all their tricks. They’re going to kill me.”
The plane rolled to a stop and the goon squad started to stand, getting ready to move out. One of the guys she’d punched the night before stood in front of her.
“Hope your wife’s got insurance on you because my mom is going to kill you,” Kala said, raising her voice.
The man turned, his dark eyes on Kala. “Keep talking. I would love an excuse to spend some time with you.”
Kyle hustled, getting up and putting himself between them. “You’ll go through me first.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be much of a problem.” The man smiled but there wasn’t any humor to it.
“Do you know who the little bitch is?” A dark voice rumbled from behind her, a familiar deep Russian accent flowing with menace.
The guy in front of Kyle shrugged. “Don’t really care.”
“She’s a Denisovitch bitch. It took me a while to connect the two, but she’s the second cousin of the head of the syndicate. Whatever this woman is paying us, do you understand what the other syndicates would do to get hold of her? We could make millions selling her.”
It was good to know it wasn’t merely sexual assault the asswipe was into. Trafficking was on the menu, too. She was in for some fun, fun times.
And then Kyle was pressing her into the seat, making her every muscle ache, and there was the sound of a world exploding. At least it sounded like it to Kala. Fear poured through her and her hands started to shake. Gunfire. He’d shot the Russian. He’d pulled his gun and put a bullet in him, and she didn’t care the asshole was dead, except… He was the only one who could tell her what happened.
It was her second dead body in less than twenty-four hours.
She was going to die. Tears clouded her eyes.
“And now I have to share less money, so in a way he was right.” The American dude seemed to be talking to Kyle, but he was in front of her so she couldn’t be sure. “Do you want to say anything? I’m going to warn you, I’m not afraid of her father or whoever the hell her cousin is. I’m auditioning for a job, and I’m going to do it right.”
“Should I call you John?” Kyle asked like they needed to know the dude’s name.
Only one thing was important at this point. “There’s only four of them now.”
They could totally take them. And then she would kick Dimitry’s dead body to make sure he was dead.
He could be lying. Why would he lie?
I’m not going to be sick. I’m not going to be sick. I’m not going to fucking cry.
A banging sound cracked through the plane, almost as loud as the damn gunshot had been, and it pretty much scared Kala just as much.
Another asshole walked through. So they were at least back to five.
“What the hell happened?” The new guy frowned as he looked over the cabin of the plane. “Why did you kill the Russian?”
The pilot had stepped into the cabin and nodded the new guy’s way. So six. She blamed Kyle.
“The Russian wanted to take the little girl and sell her to one of the Russian syndicates.” The guy Kyle called John huffed out his reply.
“I’m not a little girl.” Kala whispered the words, but they made her sick inside. She wasn’t a little girl at all, and she might have had something precious taken from her.
Something she could never talk about.
“You need to be a girl who keeps quiet.” Kyle’s low voice held a note of desperation. “Your bravado is going to get both of us killed. Stay behind me. We’re not going to let them separate us.”