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As he spoke, Fly
Pink’s muffled warning under Bushnik’s hand was enough to clue Fly
“I don’t plan on dying tonight, Special Agent.” The Russian laughed arrogantly and asked, “Can you live with the death of your girl?”
The soles of Bushnik’s shoes and Pink’s heels shuffled closer to the furnace. Fly
Long minutes dragged out. The only sound was his heartbeat in his ears and Pink’s muffled cries.
He needed a distraction. Something to divert their attention from his position, while pushing Bushnik into the light. His eyes fully adjusted now, Fly
He quietly opened the flaps of a nearby carton and reached inside. Books! Perfect. Lifting one from the box, he placed it on the floor, and then slid it across the room to his left.
Bushnik moved away from the sound and into the light, where Fly
His gun hand was extended over Pink’s right shoulder, gripping an AK as he moved it from left to right and back again, waiting for an opportunity to light Fly
With Pink covered as she was, and the light quality poor, it was impossible for Fly
Heavy footsteps moved across the kitchen floor above. Andre must have pointed the team in his direction.
Time had become critical. The open door and the stairwell behind it were a fatal kill zone from Bushnik’s position. Any returned fire would hit Pink first.
Leaping to his feet, Fly
Unflappable, Bushink shook his head. “Drop your gun or I kill her first, you second.” The Russian was cool, calm, and collected. Fly
“No deal. Give it up.”
“Then say good bye to your lovely gift.”
Fly
Stay still, baby!
Unexpectedly, she bit the hand over her mouth and when Bushnik instinctively pulled it away, freeing her arms, she reached up with both hands, her left pushing the gun away while her right grasped Bushnik’s forearm. The gun exploded and the muzzle flash temporarily blinded Fly
Blinking, trying to focus, Fly
Isa shoved the screaming Russian away from her, ru
Fly
“Hands over your head and down on your knees.”
Without a word, Bushnik attempted to comply. But his right arm hung at an u
The Russian cursed loudly in his native tongue as he slowly complied. Fly
“You should have taken that tiny dancer at her word when she said she’d bring hell down on you,” Fly
“Only I know where Jasmyn is. And I will never tell,” Bushnik promised.
Fly
“What is good for me is my lawyer.”
“You don’t have the same rights as me, Bushnik,” Fly
When Fly
“Let me go to him, Justin!” she shrieked, shoving at him.
“Isa,” Fly
She turned and screamed his name, tearing herself loose from Justin and catapulting her body into his.
He caught her to him, hugging her tightly.
“Thank God!” she cried, wrapping her arms around him as his tightened around her.
“It’s over, baby. All over. You’re safe,” he whispered, unable to get her body close enough to his. “Never go
Tears streamed down her cheeks. Fly
“Fly
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said trying to soothe her fears.
“Did he tell you where Alex is?” she asked, hope lighting up her face.
Shaking his head, Fly
“I need to speak to my father,” she said against his chest. “I want to look him in the eye when he tells me he doesn’t know what happened to her. I want to see how he reacts, because I have this bad feeling he’s somehow involved in all of this.”
“We’ll do it together.”
Isa looked up at him, love beaming in her eyes. “I was hoping you would say that.”
“You’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me.”
Her lips broke into a bright smile. “I was hoping you would say that too.”
Fly
“I’m proud of you, baby, you kept your cool, gave us good info so we could keep you in our sights, and then broke Bushnik down.” He pulled away and looked down at her. “Where did you learn that over the shoulder move?”
“Kick boxing,” she said like it was no big deal.
“You really are a bad ass.”
Raising her lips to his, she said, “Don’t you forget it.”
Epilogue
Four weeks later
“She’s beautiful,” Izzy whispered, leaning into Fly
He smiled down at her, his fingertips brushing pink strands of her bangs from her adoring eyes. It was a simple gesture, but a reverent one. Fly
Nudging him with her elbow, she inclined her head toward the beaming bride as she walked down the aisle on Simon’s arm.
“The bride.”