Page 62 of Killer's Obsession
I jerk awake, immediately aware that something is very, very wrong. My hands won’t move. They’re secured behind my back. Whatever it is, it’s hard—zip ties, I think, from the way the plastic bites into my wrists. There’s a gag in my mouth.
My vision swims as I blink, trying to get my bearings. I’m lying on a bench-style seat, and the steady hum beneath me tells me I’m in some kind of vehicle. A plane, I realize, as my focus sharpens.
Oh God.
Across from me, a man in an expensive suit and salt-and-pepper hair sits calmly, swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass.
I don’t know how, but I know he’s Nikolai.
I try to sit up, but my head spins with the effort. Nikolai notices my movement and smiles.
“Ah, Miss Sutton. I’m glad you’re awake.” His English is impeccable, barely a hint of an accent. “Please, don’t strain yourself. We have a long journey ahead of us.”
I glare at him, trying to convey all my hatred through my eyes since my mouth is gagged.
He laughs, taking a sip of his drink. “Such spirit. I can see why the biker is so enamored with you.”
Killer. My heart clenches at the thought of him.Does he know I’m gone? Is he looking for me?
The sound of gunfire suddenly erupts outside the plane. Nikolai’s smile disappears, replaced by a look of annoyance.
“Dmitri,” he says sharply to the scarred man. “Go see what that is.”
Dmitri nods and moves swiftly toward the exit of the plane, pulling a gun from his jacket.
More shots ring out, followed by shouting. Nikolai’s expression darkens. He reaches inside his suit jacket and pulls out a sleek pistol, setting his glass down on the table beside him.
“It seems your friends have come for you sooner than expected,” he says, his voice cold. “How inconvenient.”
My heart leaps with hope. Killer. It has to be.
The sounds of struggle grow closer. Then footsteps on the stairs.
And suddenly, there he is.
Killer stands in the doorway like the angel of death himself, his massive frame filling the space. His blue eyes immediately lock with mine, and I see the relief there, quickly replaced by murderous rage when they shift to Nikolai.
“Let her go,” he growls, pointing his gun at Nikolai’s heart.
Nikolai smiles, unruffled. “Ah, Mr. Tuiasosopo. I had a feeling you might join us.”
Tuiasosopo? Is that Killer’s last name? It sounds strange to my ears. Foreign.
“I won’t ask again.” Killer’s voice is ice cold.
Nikolai sighs. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. The girl was promised to me. I’m simply collecting what’s mine.”
Killer steps closer, his gun never wavering. “That’s where you’re wrong, motherfucker. She belongs to me.”
Not even two hours ago, I was so mad at him for claiming me without my consent, and now it’s my only hope of getting out of here.
“Oh?” Nikolai raises an eyebrow. “Her father and I had a deal.”
Killer’s eyes shift to me, and I try to tell him with my eyes how sorry I am. How much I love him.
There’s a flash of movement in my peripheral. The crack of a gunshot fills the cabin.
NO!
