Page 113 of Koroleva

"I already told you I was driving," I protested defiantly.

"You've already messed up the Divo today."

"That wasn’t my fault, and besides, if I have you as my co-pilot, you can shoot them before they shoot us. Didn’t you say you had marksmanship Billy the Kid would envy? Well, I'm fast, effective, and I’ve never had an accident. Let me prove it, or don't you trust your wife?" My husband sighed and finally gave in, moving to the passenger side of the vehicle.

As soon as we got in, I floored it and pushed the 812 to 300 km/h.

Romeo was pressed into the leather seat by the speed.

"Cazzo![3]"

"Relax, amore, taming beasts is one of my passions."

The tires screeched as I spun the car to park. As promised, we arrived in twelve minutes and fifteen seconds, to be exact. Our men couldn't catch up, even though they had left earlier. From the conversation Romeo was having, they were just three minutes away.

"Remind me next time not to listen to you," my gaunt husband commented.

"Why have cars like these if you don't let them fly?"

"Because there's a difference between what they can do and what I want to do with them. For example, I married you knowing you have the cold blood to take on the whole world, and what I want from you is for you to make me lose sight of the world on top of your body." I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, let's forget about worlds and reclaim what's ours." As soon as we got out of the sports car, I saw a red dot on Romeo's forehead that made me react instinctively. I turned around, drawing my silenced pistol, and fired, calculating the trajectory through the light, hitting my target without missing.

"You're welcome," I said as the first body fell on the asphalt. He had been perched on the roofing of the hotel, which was above our heads.

"Holy shit! That was incredible."

"I'm not too shabby myself," I boasted.

"I meant that you just saved my life! I could have been a widower!" he exclaimed incredulously. I hadn't even thought of that.

"Don't get too excited, Romeo. It was pure instinct, and if anyone's going to kill you, it's going to be me. And don't look at me as if there's something more between us than the dopamine from the sex."

"Your actions contradict your words, you'll realize that, even if you want to call it sex, what we have goes beyond that." Romeo drew two of his guns and emptied the magazines over my shoulders. The groans followed soon after, along with our men's cars.

I turned to see a couple of Orientals staining the parking lot red.

Romeo holstered his weapons, grabbed my arms, and scraped the fine skin of my neck with his beard.

"You're welcome, amore," he purred into my earlobe.

"Now we're even," I murmured, barely hiding the admiration I felt. "Let's go get them, amore."

We quickly devised a plan with our men. This was a damn skyscraper and we were not alone.

We split into two groups, one to lead the way, and the other to take the back access.

As we spoke, we kept looking around.

"Andrey is still alive and, according to the app and the laws of arithmetic, he has to be on one of the top floors. We assume Aleksa is with him, so our goal is to get to them before they are killed. Understood?" The men nodded.

"Be careful, keep your eyes peeled, we don't know what we'll find inside," Romeo stressed. "And now, disperse."

We were six, and four more went around the back.

The access door was locked, so we shot one of the glass panels to enter.

The shards flew through the air like a shower of diamonds at our feet.

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