Page 104 of Sinner's Sacrifice

Mason never paused in his texting.

A police car’s siren wailed behind them, coming up fast. His driver pulled the car out of the way. The police car passed them, and his driver swung in behind them, speeding up as the road opened in front of them.

Mason swore under his breath. “Magnus says they’ve entered LaGuardia Airport via a private gate. He tried to get through, but he was fired upon by several people.”

Chapter Fourteen

“Tell the police,” Yvgeny growled. If those assholes hurt Samantha, he would kill them all slowly.

Mason snorted at his phone. “Magnus says he can hear Miss Samantha yelling at her captors.” A moment later he snorted again. “The gunfire must have alerted airport security. They’re also on their way.”

“Is it the British?”

“Yes, sir, they’re heading directly toward their plane.”

“Tell Magnus to make sure that aircraft doesn’t take off.”

Mason nodded without moving his attention from his phone.

They sped through the streets, in the wake of the police cruiser, blowing by red lights. It was the first time the police did anything useful for him.

“Sir,” Mason said, his tone rising. “Another group clashed with the British right before they could board their plane. “Samantha broke away from her captors and is running across the tarmac.”

The police car in front of them slowed as they entered the roadway into the airport. It turned to follow signs toward Terminal A.

“You mean a runway?”

“Yes, sir. No planes are arriving or departing at the moment, but that could change.”

The police car paused in front of the locked gate. No one fired at them, so either the people who fired at Magnus were gone or they were wise enough not to shoot at cops.

There was the sound of gunfire, but it was further away and on the other side of buildings.

“Sir?” his driver asked as they came to a stop behind the police.

“Go around and ram it open. She’s out of time.”

His driver followed instructions, going around the police car. Off to the side, a motorbike had fallen over. They rammed the gate open easily enough, and still no shots came at them.

Bastards must all be trying to kill each other or chase Samantha down.

“Head to the left,” Mason instructed. “Toward the water.”

The car picked up speed and they passed several airport vehicles and staff who waved their arms in a vain attempt to stop them.

They cleared the terminal A building, and Yvgeny searched the runways and taxiways for Samantha or any of the people chasing her.

“I see her,” he said in a rush. “You’re right. She’s heading for the bay.” He glanced at Mason. “Do we have any boats nearby?”

“Working on that, sir.”

Samantha wasn’t alone. A large male figure was closest to her, though she seemed to be holding out her hand in a don’t come any closer gesture. Two other groups of men approached from different directions, but they had stopped advancing.

Light flashed off something metallic near her head. They were still too far away to see what she was holding, but...he had a bad feeling he knew how she’d gotten them to stop.

“Is she holding a knife to her own throat?” Yvgeny growled.

“She told Magnus she’d rather die than lose her freedom.” Mason paused from reading the short texts Magnus was sending in an almost constant stream. “She says she knows how much she’s worth even if she can’t have children.”

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