Possessive Boss by Willow Fox

Author:Willow Fox [Fox, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Slow Burn Publishing
Published: 2022-05-17T18:30:00+00:00

EIGHT

Nikita

"It was an ambush," I say, heading into the compound to shower and change. I have a few scrapes that could stand to be cleaned and bandaged, but nothing substantial. Dmitri and Luka made it out alive, but it was a blood bath, and the Italians were waiting for us, with their guys outnumbering us ten to one.

They sent many of their low-level associates, which made picking them off one at a time considerably easy.

"Not surprised. Lucy left a couple of hours ago," Mikhail says.

My jaw tightens. "Left? Where the hell did she go?"

Mikhail let her leave? She was supposed to stay at the compound, where it was safe.

"To the airport, and before you say anything, I had one of our guys look into what flight she got on."

"And you don't think the Italians could do the same thing?" I run my fingers through my hair and wince, not realizing there's an abrasion on my forehead. The pain is dull compared to the ache in my chest. "Where did she go?" She will get her son and herself killed if she's not careful.

"She flew into O'Hare," Mikhail says.

Just as I suspected, she wouldn't escape for a vacation or go into hiding without her kid. "I need to get a flight to Chicago tonight."

"Are you sure she's worth the hassle?" Mikhail asks. "I'm giving you a free pass. I know what I said about making you pay for the locks, the security, the fence installation…" he trails off.

If this is his way of apologizing, it's as close as I'll come to hearing it from Mikhail. "I was making her pay for it," I say. "She's going to work for me at the club." At least that had been my intention last night, until shit blew up in front of me, and now, I'm considering chasing after her.

What the hell am I doing?

"Chasing after her is strictly business?" Mikhail asks. His stare tells me that he doesn't buy my load of bullshit, but he's not the one who needs convincing.

I don't answer him. "I can't go to the airport with bloody clothes." I hurry up the stairs to get dressed and cleaned up. I hop in the shower before the water is hot and grimace.

It's icy and burns as it pierces against my skin until the water warms. The blood trickles down the drain, and as soon as it's warm, I'm shutting off the shower, drying off, and putting on a fresh, clean suit.

Mikhail knocks on the bedroom door, and I yank it open, a pair of black socks in hand. "I don't know how you intend to find Lucy, but I've got my pilot ready, and he'll meet you at the airfield."

I breathe a sigh of relief that I won't have to go through TSA or any security checkpoints. While I always prefer to fly private, it's not up to me. It's Mikhail's plane and pilot.

"Thank you, sir."

"Do you even know how to find her?" Mikhail asks.

I grab my phone off the bathroom counter along with my bloody clothes.

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