Page 152 of Desperate Crimes
“You’re hurt.”
“Only a little,” I lie, stepping into her space, taking her hand.
I kiss the inside of her wrist, slow and reverent.“You should see the other guys.”
Her eyes shimmer.But she doesn’t cry.
Not yet.
There’s still business to handle.
Her father.My father.And me.
We sit down with the local government officials and the remnants of the militia—ours, now.
Bought and paid for with blood and fury and hard negotiation.
The mines are back on track.
The Volkov-Fury merger will go through.
The final piece?
Guaranteeing Caas will never touch this land again.
And hewon’t.
Because now I know the truth.
He was behind it.
The attack.The capture.The torture.
Everything.
He wanted me out of the picture.But he failed.
And now?
He’s going to burn.
But later.After.
After I see toher.
The moment we’re wheels-up, Leanna takes my hand and pulls me through the narrow cabin of the private jet.
Past the pilots.
Past the security detail.
One looks too long.His gaze lingers on my wife, and I almost lose my mind.
“Turn the fuck around or I’ll have your eyes,” I snarl.
But Leanna keeps going, so I go with her.I don’t take time to teach this fuck any manners.
I just go as she drags me past our fathers, and into the tiny bedroom at the back of the plane.
