Page 54 of The High Priestess

I remain seated on Knight’s lap until I see land in the distance before I move and sit down beside him. Turning my head, I look at him.

“Ready?” he asks, giving me a signal that he’s done talking about himself.

I glance at the coastline coming closer. “I don’t have a choice. I just have to be.” I tilt my head then remember something. “I forgot to organize a car.”

“My SUV is parked at the docks,” he mentions. “I always leave it there when I come to the island.”

“Oh good.”

“Give me your gun,” he orders.

Not thinking, I pull my dress up until the thigh holster is visible and remove the gun.

When I hand it to Knight, I ask, “How did you know I was carrying?”

“I felt it when I wrapped my arm around your legs.”

He takes the weapon and checks the magazine before standing up and firing a shot into the ocean.

The sound makes me jerk, and when he hands the gun back to me, I ask, “Happy?”

“No, but it will do for now. I’ll get you something more trustworthy.”

“Which gun do you have?” I ask.

He pulls the weapon from behind his back. “It’s a Beretta, but I also have a Glock, a Heckler & Koch, and a Sig Sauer.”

“Are those the best?”

He nods. “Didn’t you have weapons training?”

I shake my head. “I only learned how to shoot. Arthur is in charge of the guards and also ordering weapons.”

“Who else is of importance in your organization?”

“Michail. He was my father’s right-hand man before the attack. There’s also Savvas. He deals with the shipments and transporting the cargo to other countries.”

“Which of them do you think could be the traitor?”

“Maybe Arthur, but only because I don’t know him that well. I’ve known Michail and Savvas all my life.”

Knight’s eyes lock with mine. “Sometimes those closest to us are in the best position to hurt us.”

Before I can stop the question, I ask, “Are you talking from experience?”

He nods. “I had a drunk bastard for a father who spent more time at the local bar than home and a mother who abandoned us the night before Christmas.”

God. I might not have always gotten along with Dad, but at least he was there to take care of us.

Well, except for the past year.

Memories of my family start to flood my mind, but luckily, the yacht begins to slow down, drawing my attention to the fact that we’ll be docking soon.

I sit down and quickly tuck my gun back into the thigh holster before straightening my dress.

“If you lift your dress like that in public to get to your gun, it will be an effective weapon in disarming any warm-blooded man,” Knight mutters.

“Yeah?” I chuckle. “Should I just go around flashing my enemies?”

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