Page 87 of The Boss

I couldn’t pay a damn bit of attention to the approaching boat, required to concentrate on the danger heading in our direction.

“They’re coming.” Her tone held the kind of terror I never wanted to hear.

My mind held additional fury. The sharks split apart, now coming at us from two sides. I waited, calculating as best I could how effective the gunshots would be.

The sound of the boat’s motor was matched by the yells I heard from those aboard. With any luck, they’d fucking seen us.

As soon as both beasts dove underneath the water, I knew I had to react. With no seconds to spare, I fired off the weapon.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

To Willow’s credit, she didn’t panic. As she fought to climb all the way onto the wing, I spun around in a circle. The movement caused the water to become unclear, but I fired again when seeing a shadow.

She screamed, the terror of hearing it tearing through me. I spun around, catching sight of one shark rising from the water.

Pop! Pop!

Waves from the approaching boat spilled all over us. Even though water was tossed over us, I could clearly see a man standing on deck holding a weapon. I aimed the barrel towardhim, preparing to send him off to meet his maker when a rush of water caught my attention.

Boom!

The weapon the unknown man fired was a direct hit, the shark pitched back by a few feet. The engine was slowed, the boat pulling up alongside.

Fuck.

“Mr. Nomikos,” one of the men called.

“Yes.”

“Eísai tycherós pou se vríkame. Oi syntetagménes pou mas dóthikan ítan lanthasménes.” Hearing what the Harbor Corps member said pissed me off almost as much as what I’d been lured into.

“You’re lucky we found you. The coordinates given to us were incorrect.”

As Willow was gently lifted onboard, I took a deep breath. Not only had my stay at the estate on the islands been betrayed, so had the flight coordinates.

Someone would pay.

“How is Willow?”

Hearing Havros’ voice as he moved to my side provided some sense of comfort. I stood staring through the glass window, watching Willow rest. “Lucky to be alive.”

Christos approached from the other side, his expression grim. Men had arrived with both, Nico and Atticus standing against the wall. The press had already gotten wind of the ‘accident.’ I’d made certain that was the news they reported. With Leandro’s murder already out in the open, the last thing the family needed was an additional blow to our reputation.

“You’re also lucky to be alive from what I heard,” my younger brother stated.

That much I did know.

“Thankfully, Willow will recover. She has a slight concussion along with scrapes and bruises. She also has a bruised spleen, but at least the organ won’t need to be removed. She’s the lucky one.” My words had never sounded so hollow. We’d been taken to the hospital by helicopter, the emergency team deeply concerned about her condition.

Standing inside the hospital did nothing more than remind me just how fragile life truly was.

“You saved her life, bro.” Havros patted me on the back. “Sharks too? You know how to live.”

“What the fuck do we know?” I countered. Reliving the experience wasn’t something I cared to do.

“The mayday you placed was intercepted, at least according to the people I talked to.” Christos was guarded with his words. He knew how enraged I could become.

“Was the fucker responsible found?”

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