Page 32 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
“Where is it?! You do not want to mess with me!” he fumes.
“It’s in a safehouse.”
“You will take me to it or I will kill you and everyone you love.”
“I know,” I say as I gesture for him to follow me.
“No no, you’re coming with me,” he notes as two men approach us. One of them pats me down before pushing me in the direction of their SUV.
I give them the address and we drive through the narrow streets of Florence.
As I step down from the car, I can’t help but wonder who they are. They have been so coordinated. Two other cars circled around the block to ensure I wasn’t leading them to a trap. He has more than enough manpower, I can’t stomach why my father did business with this man.
“Move!” Vladimir ordered. I grunt as I feel the weight of a pistol behind my back. I obey and unlock the door of the house. His men wasted no time in checking every room for any potential threat to their boss.
I walk to my room, as I step inside, the air tinges with a faint metallic scent. The floor, polished to a reflective sheen, amplifying the echoing footsteps that tread on it. I walk up to my wardrobe and reveal a conspicuous vault, I enter the passcode to the vault. It opens up and I pick up the drive.
I hand it over to Vladimir who nods his head in approval. I just hope Eli had some plan for this, I hope he has been watching me.
“You’ve got what you want. Get outta here.”
“Do you know why I’m such a successful man?” He asks as he observes the flash drive with a wide grin on his face. “It is the power. At a young age, I knew what I wanted. Every other kid wanted money, cars, games. You name it. All I wanted was power, the power to make nations fall, the power to control the world. Your father has given me that power and for that I am really grateful."
“So, what now?” I ask.
“No loose ends,” he smiles as he orders one of his men to stand in front of me. He cocks his pistol and points it at me but I’m not fazed. I knew he’d kill me as soon as he got his hands on the drive, that’s why I made them take a longer route here. Stalling until I could get some help but that seems futile now. I close my eyes to brace the inevitable–DEATH.
My only regret is Hannah. I should have treated her better.
A loud thud interrupts me, I open my eyes and watch as Vladimir runs out of the building. His man who was about to kill me has a hole in his skull, he was definitely sniped. I chase after him, as the tension mounts, the CIA operatives swarm the house, confronting Vladimir's men in a symphony of chaos and gunfire. I get out of the house but he already drove off.
I sprint in the direction of the sleek black car.I slip into the driver's seat and the engine purrs to life, the leather hugging me like a well-known friend. Anticipation permeates the evening air, and the cityscape spreads out in front of you like a maze that needs to be explored.
I make a quick move to get into the traffic, keeping my gaze on Vladimir's white-haired figure up front. The city's streets become a set for the approaching pursuit, with every bend and intersection serving as a calculated move in this cat and mouse match.
The evening shadows lengthen, casting elongated silhouettes across the streets. The city's heartbeat quickens, mirroring the rhythm of the chase. I press down on the accelerator, the engine responding with a roar that echoes the urgency of the pursuit.
Vladimir's car maneuvers with a calculated grace, weaving through traffic and narrow alleys with an adeptness that matches my own. The chase evolves into a high-stakes chess match, each move a calculated gambit as we navigate the city's intricacies.
Then, just as we get closer to a busy square, Vladimir makes a bold turn and briefly leaves my view. I do the same, the chase building to a climax of velocity and suspense. The sound of our chase crescendos the pulse of the city.
As I emerge from the square, I catch a glimpse of Vladimir's car speeding into the distance. Determined, I push the limits of my own vehicle, navigating the streets with an unwavering resolve.
I finally catch up to him and swing on my steering so hard, our cars collide and Vladimir’s car crashes into a tree. I quickly withdraw a pistol from the glove compartment before I step out of the car. I walk up to Vladimir’s car and watch as blood trickles down his unconscious face.
I aim the pistol at his head and I’m ready to take the shot but I’m interrupted by Eli. He walks up to me and places his had on my shoulder.
“Don’t do it. It’s not going to solve anything,” he advises.
“He killed my father and he’s going to do a whole lot worse if we don’t stop him now,” I reply tersely, my hands firmly wrapped around the pistol.
“You forced him out of his rabbit hole. We have tried to get him for a long time but we didn’t have enough evidence against him. Now we do. Put the gun down, Holden. We’ve won, it’s over,” he lowers my arm.
I stare at the moon and reconsider my choices.
“Are you sure about that, Eli?”
“Are you willing to testify?” he responds.
