Page 93 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“I will.”

“I’ll tell the Hayes brothers not to be too upset. You’re doing this for them.”

I laugh softly, bitterness building up in the back of my throat. “They’ll never forgive me.”

“You underestimate them. When enough time has passed, they realize what bloodshed you avoided when you left,” Breonna says with a heavy sigh. “They’ll understand you had their best interests at heart. Now, go, honey. And stay safe.”

* * *

With shaky kneesand swallowing back tears, I make my way up the steps leading to the front hatch of the plane. It’s a charter jet.

The flight attendant in a purple and pink uniform greets me, her ascot fluttering around her tiny neck as she smiles and checks my ticket.

“Miss Asimova. My colleague Danny will help you to your seat.”

“Thank you,” I mumble and make my way down the aisle.

The plane feels weird, empty and quiet. There is one other passenger already seated. Dark suit, dark eyes. Fine scar running down from his temple. He doesn’t look at me, and I don’t linger either.

Danny, the other flight attendant, says, “Miss Asimova, welcome!”

“Hi,” I mumble and give him a weak smile.

My stomach tightens with every passing minute. Part of me wants to turn around and get off the plane, but I’m so close to getting out of here.

“Step right through here,” Danny says as he gingerly reaches for my go-bag. “Just let me put this up for you.”

“Thank you.”

Stepping to the side, he pulls the curtain back for me to go through. “Right this way.”

The look he gives me as I pass him fills me with instant dread. I glance ahead and immediately realize why.

As the curtain falls behind me, I freeze and stare at a first-class section filled with Leo’s men. I can tell by their suits and their expressions as they turn their cold gazes on me. The haircuts, the tight jaws, the dead glimmer in their eyes. And in the seat of honor is Leo himself.

“Oh no,” I whisper and turn around to leave.

Danny is at the front of the plane, urgently telling his colleague to shut the door.

The guy I mistakenly identified as an air marshal gets up and blocks my way. Fuck, he’s one of them.

“Welcome, my darling Anya,” Leo says and gets up from his seat, his arms wide open.

My skin prickles all over as I quickly realize I’m not getting off this plane. “Leo,” I say, and slowly turn around to face him. “What is this?”

“We’re going home, of course.”

“You planned this,” I manage with a trembling voice.

“I had some help.” He chuckles and points at the seat next to him by the window. “I’m giving you the good spot, mind you.”

“You can’t do this.”

“Oh, but I can. And clearly, I am. You could try to fight me,” Leo replies, “but we both know how that ends.”

For now, I’m trapped. I just need to remain calm and think this through. I’ll find options along the way. But I am not letting Leo get what he wants, and I will do whatever it takes to protect my baby.

“What’s your endgame here?” I ask, my voice raspy.

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