Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride(30)

“Of course, sir. We're cautious, like you trained us. Not idiots. Boris has a point and you should consider –“

“Consider your ass out on the street, looking for a new job, if you don't ask for that fucking rental right now. Turn this fucking thing around and take us to the marina. I'm not gonna ask again.”

Sighing, Boris tapped the little radio next to the seat. He barked rapid fire Russian to the chauffeur, who sounded bewildered, undoubtedly double-guessing everything he heard after seeing the deep purple on my face.

When the chatter stopped, my boys turned back to me.

“I'm gonna need you both to shut the fuck up, stop questioning, and do exactly what I say. I took a hard blow to the head, yeah, but I'm not fucking senile. I know how to kill and I know who we're going for. Just like I know we need a boat. If I go down first, both of you gotta promise you'll make sure old man Rossini's dead and my wife's safe.”

Boris reached into the holster beneath his jacket and rested his nine millimeter on his lap. “Anytime, D. We're with you.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Good. Now get my fucking lawyer on the line while we drive. Gonna have that fucker change my will so everything's going to Anna and any kid by me she spits out in case our asses end up drowned. The time for second guessing anything is fucking over.”

The two Russians looked at each other, sharing a silent question about whether or not I'd lost my mind. I didn't give a fuck.

This shit had just turned real in a way that went beyond blood and family. I had to get my girl back, or die trying. The war my Great Uncle had fought for fifty fucking years with the Rossini clan was gonna end here, today, one way or another.

I just hoped love and fucking would finish the job bullets and knives started. One way or another, one family line was coming to an end. And if all the loads I'd pumped in her sweet pussy did their fucking job, a new one was beginning.

I'd wolfed down two handfuls of prescription strength painkiller by the time we were on the rental yacht. Some caffeine helped take the edge off further and let me focus. The ship my boys secured was smaller than most luxury cruisers, but it would do, indistinguishable from all the other pleasure seekers along the Jersey shore.

The fuckers in my sights wouldn't figure it out 'til we were right on top of them, boarding their asses like rampaging pirates. Except I wasn't after treasure or heads.

Just one fucking head, one dead asshole, and one beautiful girl. My girl.

Fitting that this shit was gonna end one way or another here on the sea – the same fucking ocean where Rossini spilled Strelkov blood.

I waited with my men as we approached the vessel holding my girl prisoner. It was almost night and a cold rain kicked up, adding glacial bullets to the bitter wind slapping us in our faces.

Me and half a dozen guys crouched just out of sight, hands on our weapons. When we were only a few feet from Rossini's ship and they started to shit their pants, we'd hop in the motor outfitted life raft and head over, storming their stupid asses before they knew what hit 'em.

“Three minutes, D.” Boris' voice came over the little earpiece I wore. He was the one guy staying behind to man the ship, the only one here trained in steering these fucking things.

I radioed my confirmation and closed my eyes. Icy droplets rolled down my face, caressing the bridge of my nose. Shit was like a baptism for the hell that lay ahead, an otherworldly reminder that the only way to bring fire to this frozen world again was by opening my own damned heart.

Soon as I was on that ship, there was no more holding back.

Anna, old man Rossini, and any other asshole unlucky enough to get in my way was gonna see it all. Every raw, monstrous, beautiful instinct I had.

Bare, vicious, glorious in its fury. Love, hate, lust, roped together and given license to frolic. Anything that ever stirred my passion and everything that gave it life.

“Two minutes...”

We were closing in on the dark shadow bobbing on the black waters up ahead. No joke, I fucking meditated.

Every time I saw her in my head, my heart throbbed like it was hit with lightning. I gritted my teeth, the rhythm in my veins becoming sheer bloodlust when I remembered who took her away from me, and how the fuckhead was gonna pay.

“One minute...” Boris' voice faded into a long pause before he started ticking off the last intervals. “Thirty seconds...”

Time to move. I raised my hand and two men scuttled, quickly lowering the little raft into the churning sea below. We all slid down the rope after them, packing it full. The motor roared alive. Fucking thing kicked like a mule as we cut through the darkness, straight toward destiny.

Nikolai carried the grappling hook. When the front of our raft tapped Rossini's ship and the motor was killed, and the hook flew high in the air, attaching to the ship with a thunk. I was the first one to scurry up the thick rope, throwing myself aboard the deck.#p#分页标题#e#