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“I want to hear you beg,” Andre said, grabbing me by my hair while Xavier chuckled in the background.
“Like your brother or your daddy?” I coughed back, spitting another tooth. “I heard your daddy screamed like a little girl—”
That got me another punch in the face.
“Neal, could you TRY not to antagonize him?” Allegra hissed. She herself was beat to f*ck, but I was the one they really wanted. For now.
And I wanted to keep it that way.
“I could try.” I laughed maniacally.
“You’re not too bright,” Andre grunted, hitting me again, splitting open my cheek.
I was pretty sure, if I got out of this alive, that eye socket was going to need work. “Your brother pissed himself.”
Xavier stopped chuckling. “Andre, why don’t you just kill the motherf*cker?”
“I will.” Andre wiped the sweat off his brow. “First, I’m going to make him suffer.”
“You don’t always need to play with your food,” Xavier sighed, exasperated.
“Not always. But this time I intend to savor—” Andre frowned and touched his ear.
I imagined there was a Bluetooth device in there he was using to communicate with his men.
“Alpha Team, report!” Andre ordered.
By the look on his face, I assumed Alpha Team didn’t report.
“Problems?” I asked innocently, blood and drool slipping out the side of my mouth.
Andre looked up at Xavier. “Go see what’s going on.”
“No thanks,” Xavier said. “I wasn’t planning on being cannon fodder today.”
“Excuse me?!” Andre bellowed.
“You know those movies where the dumb blonde chick with the big boobs goes down to the basement because she hears a noise? This is kind of like that,” Xavier responded.
Andre scowled at Xavier. “Listen here, you jumped up little sh*t…”
The door splintered off its hinges, and I went to knock Allegra to the floor, covering her with my own body, as gas canisters rolled in.
“F*ck!” Andre shouted, grabbing Xavier by the arm and pulling him out an already shattered window.
“Nice seeing you. Hope we can meet again for tea!” I called after them. Then Allegra and I both dissolved into a coughing fit.
Greg’s men poured into the room, checking every nook and cranny.
Still coughing, I pointed to the window.
Mattia walked to it, looked outside, and shrugged. “Mission is to rescue Allegra. Killing the Michaelson Brothers is not on the agenda.”
I groaned. “Pay… extra…” I wheezed.
“You’ll have to discuss that with Greg, but I’ll bet it’ll cost more than you’ve got for him to risk making those kinds of enemies,” Mattia said.
“F*ck,” I coughed.
One of Mattia’s men brought over some oxygen for Allegra and me. I took deep gulps of air, silently kicking myself for not having worked out the death details earlier.
“We’re going to have to disappear,” Allegra told me, her voice muffled by the oxygen mask.
I sighed and hung my head. “I know.”
“You’re going to have to forget her,” Allegra continued.
My head came up. “Like you’re going to forget Layla?”
Allegra looked sad, and I regretted my words. “For now. We need to keep them safe.”
“True.” I reached out and took Allegra’s hand as soon as they’d finished cutting her free of the chair. “I’m sorry.”
“We can’t change the past,” Allegra said. “Right now, we’ve got to lay low so we can all have a future. Especially those we love.”
I nodded, already beginning to make arrangements in my head. I’d liquidated most of my assets and put the money in an offshore account in the Cayman Islands. A good chunk of that money was going to Greg, but there was still plenty to disappear on, for both of us.
Mattia got us both on our feet, then he and his men began escorting us out. We crossed through several dead bodies, and there were members of Mattia’s crew who were simply policing all their brass.
“The weapons will, of course, find their way into the Volga, but it never hurts to be tidy,” Mattia explained of the scroungers.
“Of course,” I said, still holding Allegra’s hand. I wasn’t going to let go until we were well away from this mess.
We walked back through the woods, past the perimeter Greg’s men had set, and got into a black SUV.
Mattia sat down in the front seat and opened his glove compartment, holding up a manila envelope. “The other things have been arranged. You just have to make the second deposit.”
“Hand me a phone,” I replied.
Mattia handed over his own personal phone, and I completed the transfer of the rest of the funds to Greg’s account.
I gave the phone back to Mattia, who took a call, I assumed from Greg, nodded his head a few times, and handed me the envelope.
“Congratulations on your new lives, Nate and Ariana Samuelson,” Mattia said. “Now, let’s get you to the airport. The jet is fueled and ready to go to Hong Kong. From there, well, we really don’t want to know where you go.”
“Thank you,” I responded. “I’ll drop your boss a line sometime if we have any more trouble.”
Mattia grinned. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”
****
James.
I stood in my uncle’s favorite restaurant, looking at my dead uncle, surrounded by his dead men. Alessandro was fussing in his car seat, and I snatched him up the moment I saw him. He stank of dirty diaper, but I didn’t care.