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I look up and see a group of men pouring from the tree line opposite of us.

Fuck.

“We have to go back!” Pushing up from the frozen earth, I don’t give her a chance to argue but sprint towards the truck.

There’s no way in hell I can make it to that plane where it sits in the open.

It’s too exposed.

Gravel flies behind us as I slam on the gas, fishtailing the truck out of the parking lot.

“Shit. That was close.” Her wide eyes stare between the seats behind us. “How did they know we were there?”

“Ivan owns all of this. He probably put out an order to lock down all the airports.” My palm slams against the steering wheel. “Damn it!”

“So…what do we do now?” She pulls her knees up to sit cross legged in the seat.

“I have safe houses set up just in case. We lay low until we can fly out.”

We drive in silence for the better part of an hour while Enzo preps the closest spot.

I don’t want to show up with her, so we wait until I get the word the crew is gone.

A crazy thought drifts through me as I step around the truck to open her door.

What if, instead of just stealing her from my father, I claimed her as my own?

That really is insane.

“Inside,” I growl, pointing to the small cabin nestled in the trees.

She climbs out and stops just inches from my chest, then looks up at me with those wicked blue eyes. “Is this where you take me to have your way with me?” A smile tickles along the seam of her full red lips before she turns on her heel and flounces away from me.

I have to adjust my holster again, my cock is so full it makes my pants uncomfortable.

My fingers tingle wanting to grab her throat and force her to her knees.

That takes a back seat to watching her ass move in those tight leggings up the stairs onto the porch.

She pauses before reaching for the handle.

“It’s not locked.” There’s barely room for both of us on the narrow flat.

“You said it yourself, I’m also not stupid. Ivan will be looking for me.” She waves her fingers in the direction of the house. “You’re the big, strong, scary guy with the gun, you check it first.” She smiles sweetly and tilts her chin up.

I twist the handle, opening the small living room to the cold evening air.

With only one bedroom, it takes seconds to sweep it and make sure it’s clear.

“No boogeyman.” I wave her in, then squat in front of the woodstove to start a fire. Winter in Russia is no joke.

Makes me miss the heat of Nevada, and the comforts of climate control.

She stands in the middle of the room with her arms wrapped around her like she doesn’t know what to do.

“Make yourself comfortable. We’ll be here for a few days. It’s too dangerous to try and get to any airport right now.” I drop my duffel next to the couch as the temperature begins to slowly climb from the warming stove.

Her icy blue eyes narrow as she stares at me. “Where are you taking me?”

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