Page 150 of Indulge
Reggie guides her toward the van. I cover their backs, every step timed to her breaths. I get in the back with her and slide shut behind us, I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding.
She’s shaking, blood smeared across her wrist and a dark streak along her jaw. But her eyes are steady. Reggie starts the van.
“Talk to me, precious” I whisper, brushing hair from her face.
She exhales hard. “Guard’s name was Igor Korchinov. I’ve got his ID pass.”
Drago’s voice cuts in instantly. “Repeat that?”
“Russian,” I confirm, looking at Bella. “You recognize it, Drago?”
“Yeah.” Drago’s tone turns grim. “And this opens a whole new can of fucking worms.”
Reggie’s jaw tightens. “We need to move. Before his body’s found.”
“Already on it,” Drago says. “Cameras are glitching another ninety seconds. After that, we’re ghosts or we’re dead.”
Reggie throws the van into gear, tires whispering against wet pavement as we slide into the dark.
Bella leans her head back against the seat, breathing through the adrenaline crash. I reach forward, take her hand, and squeeze once, just enough to let her know she’s not alone.
She squeezes back, faint but firm. Then she nudges up next to me and I wrap my arms around her, never wanting to let go.
“You did so good for us,” I murmur.
She looks up at me with a smile. One that steals my heart for good this time.
Reggie glances at her in the rearview mirror. His voice is rough. “Yeah. She did.”
“Does that mean I finally get my reward?” She asks Reggie.
“Your comms are still on. Meet me back at the ranch.” Drago says through the earpiece.
We all laugh and rip them out of our ears at the same time.
“Oops.” Bella giggles.
74
BELLA
Rowan’s fast asleep next to me, and Reggie’s just staring out the window of the jet.
I place my hand on his thigh, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink.
“You okay, Irish?” I whisper.
“I’m good, Princess.” His tone’s low, steady, but his eyes stay fixed on the clouds.
So I rest my head on his shoulder, and after a pause, he adjusts himself to wrap his arm around me.
“Did you hear from Theo?” I ask softly.
My brother’s timing is impeccable. I forgot to tell him not to touch the wedding plans. I saw his text this morning and nearly died. I’d hoped to talk to Reggie before he found out—but judging by the frost in his silence, I’m too late.
“Declan did, yeah.”
I look up at him. God, he’s beautiful. But I can see the storm behind his eyes.
