“We can’t lead them to the airport,” Yan, Ilya’s twin, points out. Let them catch up to us.”Īnton twists around in the front passenger seat, his bearded face incredulous as he grips his M16. Reaching a decision, I tell Ilya, “Slow down. My three teammates and I can handle a high-speed chase just fine, but I can’t endanger Sara that way. I expected the pursuit, of course-one doesn’t steal a woman guarded by the FBI without consequences-but now that it’s happening, I find myself worried. “Right.” Ignoring the adrenaline pumping in my veins, I tighten my arm around Sara, preventing her head from sliding off my shoulder as Ilya zooms around a slower-moving car. Light from the cars on the other side of the highway bounces off his shaved head, creating the illusion that his skull tattoos are dancing as he glances in the rearview mirror with a worried frown. “They’re gaining on us,” Ilya says as the whine of sirens and the roar of helicopter blades grow louder. Published by Mozaika Publications, an imprint of Mozaika LLC. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is purely coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2017 Anna Zaires & Dima ZalesĮxcept for use in a review, no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.
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