Page 49 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

As soon as they take an exit onto a country road, a black car comes out of nowhere. It drives alongside our SUV and keeps pace with it as we drive down the road.

“What the fuck is going on?” Agent Jones looks in the mirror, his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

I whirl around as three black Range Rovers come up behind us. Two more cars appear and surround our car. My knees wobble as I squint to see who's driving the cars, but the tinted windows are too dark.

Shit! Is this an ambush? Is the Bratva coming to kill me because I spoke with the FBI?

The car alongside us speeds up, overtakes us, and brakes abruptly in front of us. Agent Jones slams on the brakes, our SUV drifts before coming to a stop. The seatbelt bangs against my chest, squeezing the air out of my lungs as it holds me in place.

My breath catches in my throat as Nik steps out of the car with his usual sheepish grin.

Chapter 18 - Nik

“Are you sure?” I turn the key in the ignition and the engine roars. Several other cars and Range Rovers are ready to go as my phone connects to the car stereo.

“I’m sure. They left about two minutes ago. I called as soon as I could get away.”

“Good. Continue to know nothing. Payment and a hefty bonus will be in your account by tomorrow morning.”

I tap the screen and end the call before slamming my foot on the accelerator. I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles are white.

As I weave through the downtown traffic, my pulse races at a hundred miles an hour. I swerve in and out of lanes, the tires squeal as I round a bend at a wide angle. The moment I have a straight stretch of road in front of me, I take off again. I check the rearview mirror and my men are still behind me.

There is no way that I’m letting them take my little vixen away.

The SUV Hazel is sitting in appears on the horizon. I urge the car faster to catch up to her before they reach the airport. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, as the distance between us shrinks.

As I drive alongside the SUV, I see Hazel’s face close to the window. She looks over at me, but I know she can’t see me through the dark-tinted windows of my car.

God, I miss her face.

The agents in the front seat stare at me as I slow down and hover in their blind spots. I take a deep breath, holding my speed until my men catch up. The second their vehicles appear, I speed up again.

Hold on, malyshka, I’m coming for you.

The tires screech against the pavement, I overtake them and slam on the brakes, blocking their path. The SUV lurches as it comes to a halt. My men jump out of their vehicles and surround them with loaded guns. All guns are pointed at them as I smile at the agents.

If any harm has come to Hazel, I’m going to kill them.

“Come on out!” I tuck my hands in my pockets and walk with deliberate steps toward the car. “You have something that belongs to me, and I want it back.”

The tall agent in the driver’s seat raises his middle finger before ducking down. The other guy swings open his door, using it as a shield. The window rolls down and a gun pops out.

“Really?” I chuckle as two of my men move around the side of the SUV and stand in front of me. “I don’t think you understand how seriously I take things that belong to me.”

Gunshots echo as my men shoot out the tires. Both agents pop up long enough to see what’s happening before ducking down again. I sigh and take my hands out of my pockets, pulling out my gun.

“I had hoped you guys would do this the easy way,” I smirk as I flick off the safety on my gun. “But the hard way works for me, too.”

They begin to fire off several rounds of shots as my men scramble for cover. I dive behind one of the cars for cover and wait.

The taller of the two agents gets out of the car, and he fires off two shots, injuring one of my men. I pop up, my finger wrapping around the trigger. The shorter guy is brave enough to take a shot at me. I fire the moment his head pops over the side of the car.

He falls to the ground, blood dripping from his shoulder. Groaning, he rolls onto his stomach, drags himself to his feet, opens the back door, and yanks Hazel out, holding the gun to her head.

“You want to talk, let’s talk.” He uses her as a shield while two of my men round on the tall guy and throw him to the ground.

Sergey looks at me with a nod before aiming at his head. Terror and fear are written on his face, I hear the shot, but it is not he who has my attention.

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