by Wylde, Tara
Finally he ends the call .
“One hour,” he says. “At gentleman’s club in Brighton Beach. I am to take you there .”
That’s good. We’re making progress .
“What about Cassie?” I ask. “Is she all right ?”
“For now. He is waiting to see what you will be saying .”
I breathe deeply, let it out slowly. There’s still hope, if my plan works .
My eyes meet Maksim’s and I see tears there .
“I am so sorry, my friend,” he whispers. “I never would be wanting anyone to be hurt, especially Cassie .”
My heart sinks. He’s a victim in this too, and I’ve been treating him like a criminal for the last hour. I wrap an arm around his neck and squeeze .
“I know that, buddy. And thanks to what you just did, I think we’ll be able to get her out of this .”
Even if it costs me everything I have .
I take a last glance at the screen, only to see another pop up from behind that one .
Match found , it reads .
Holy shit! I totally forgot I left the facial recognition program working in the background when I went for my run .
Up comes a photo of Red Dress, but no name. She’s wearing a black dress this time, but it’s definitely her. It’s from a dark web site that features photos of satanic rituals. What kind of sick person would be into this kind of shit ?
The text posting alludes to an annual sacrifice at the height of summer. Reference to it being a female, and recently defiled …
Oh God, no .
“Maks!” I snap. “The Chase – is it always at this time of year ?”
“I am not being sure exactly …”
“Is it always in summer ?!”
“Yes! Always summertime. Why ?”
My heart gallops in my chest as my stomach turns to ice .
“She’s going to kill Cassie,” I breathe. “That bitch is going to kill the woman I love .”
Chapter Two Hundred Thirteen
5 5. CASSANDRA
The ride to Brighton Beach was awkward, to say the least .
“So all this was going on and you never told me any of it?” Tricia barks. “Great, now I feel like the dumb sidekick in a romantic comedy !”
We’re sitting in the parlor of a vast Victorian mansion. It appears to be a gentleman’s club of sorts, judging by the photos of old men sitting around the place smoking cigars and drinking. None of those gentlemen is here right now, though .
The room is beautiful. In any other circumstances, I’m sure it would be enchanting .
As it is, it makes me want to vomit .
“How many times can I say I’m sorry, Trish ?”
“I don’t know. How about you keep going and I tell you when to stop ?”
“Be quiet,” our Albanian friend says from the corner of the room .
If it was just him guarding us, I might try to make a move. But he’s been joined by a couple of others, both of whom have hairy chests and unibrows. And guns, of course .
“You three are thoroughly unattractive,” Tricia snipes. “I just want you to know that before you kill us. I’m talking not a hope in hell .”
The Albanian rolls his eyes .
“What are we waiting for, exactly?” I ask .
It’s common practice to keep people isolated and bored when you’re trying to break them. That’s not going to work on me, so I’d like to speed the process along, whatever the endgame might be .
“I think it’s me,” says a voice from behind me .
I turn, and my heart sinks as I see Carson and Maksim walking into the room. They can’t be here! It’s bad enough I couldn’t keep Tricia from being involved in this. If anything happens to Carson, my heart will crumble and disappear .
“Are you all right?” Carson asks, eyes wide .
I look directly at the Albanian, using all my training to keep my emotions from showing on my face or in my voice .
“Get them out of here,” I say coldly. “This doesn’t involve them .”
Tricia glares at Maks .
“What are you doing here with them?” she asks. “Are you involved in this too ?”
He doesn’t meet her eyes, just looks at the floor .
“Cassie,” Carson says. “I’m here to negotiate for you .”
I want to yell at him to get out now, to run. But I won’t give these Russian slugs the satisfaction of seeing me weak .
“I don’t negotiate with people like this,” I say .
Tricia turns her glare to me .
“Were you planning to tell me that at some point?” she yells .
“I’m sorry, Cassie,” Carson sighs. “I’m the one in charge here, not you .”
“That is good to hear,” says a voice from the doorway .
Without looking up, Maks says: “Hello, Uncle .”
Next to the Albanian guard is a barrel-chested man with a wide face and a pompadour of iron-gray hair. His hairy body is covered in a sheen of sweat under his Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts .
“Aannd the sexiness factor in the room just went down, somehow,” says Tricia .
“Not now, Trish,” I growl .
Carson locks eyes with the newcomer .
“Bogdan Nabatov,” he says. “I’m glad we finally get to meet .”
The old man’s eyes flash anger and he tilts his head toward Maks .
“You and I will have a long talk after all this is over, boy,” he snarls .
Maks says nothing .
“This meeting is about you and me,” Carson snaps. “Nobody else. I want just the two of us in a room. I think I have an offer you’ll appreciate .”
Nabatov pulls a cigar from his shirt pocket and lights it. The stench of the smoke makes my stomach hitch .
“You would like that, I’m sure,” he says. His English is much better than Maksim’s. “But I’m afraid we will all stay right where we are. I know what you did to my associates; I can assure you that won’t happen to me .”
What Carson did? What did he do ?
“Fine,” says Carson. “I’m here to make a deal. To compensate you for your losses. And to prove that there is no investigation against you .”
“Is that so?” Nabatov’s thick eyebrows go up. “Well, then. I am a reasonable man. Please go on .”
“You let these two go,” says Carson, pointing to Tricia and me. “And I sign over my fortune to you .”
What?
I see naked greed in Nabatov’s eyes as the offer sinks in. His cigar almost drops from his mouth .
“Carson, no!” I blurt .
“I told you before,” he says, eyes never leaving Nabatov. “I’m in charge here, not you .”
“Carson, I am not going to let you give up everything you’ve worked for just so a piece of shit like this won’t do something to me! I can handle myself !”
“Well?” he says, ignoring me. “What do you say, Bogdan ?”
Nabatov sucks on his cigar for a moment before answering .
“And how do you propose to do this?” he asks .
“I know you’re under your brother’s thumb here in America,” says Carson. “You create a shill corporation and I buy it from you for everything I have, three billion and change. I get a worthless company, you get the cash. More than enough for you to go legit and give up nonsense like the Chase .”
This is crazy. If I weren’t so desperately in love with Carson, I’d kill him myself for being such a fool .
Nabatov chews his cigar noisily .
“I would be amenable to that,” he says. “Of course, part of the money would have to go to compensate Mr. Buckner for his… troubles .”
Carson frowns. “Buckner ?”
“Don’t ask,” I say .
“How do I know you will keep your end of the deal, Mr. Drake ?”
“Simple,” says Carson. “You keep Cassie here until it goes through. I’ll make sure my lawyers fast-track it .”
Fuck th
at! I open my mouth to say exactly those words, but Maksim beats me to the punch .
“No, Uncle,” he says, looking up from the floor for the first time since he arrived .
Nabatov turns slowly to face his nephew .
“What did you say to me?” he growls, his heavy brows drawn down over his piggy little eyes .
“I said no. You are not going to be hurting my friends. I won’t let you .”
Chapter Two Hundred Fourteen
5 7. CARSON
“Stay out of this, Maks,” I say. “It’s between your uncle and me .”
“And me!” Cassie snaps .
“Excuse me!” Tricia gripes. “I’m sitting right here !”
Maks steps slowly and deliberately toward Nabatov. The guards move to intercept him, but a raised hand from his uncle stops them .
“Was that a threat?” the older man says, eyes wide. “From little Maksim ?”
“I won’t let you hurt them,” Maks says, his voice stronger this time .
“And what will you do to stop me? Dance at me? Make me drink until I pass out ?”
Maks stops on the edge of the exquisite Persian rug, a few yards from where Nabatov stands in the arched doorway .
“I don’t have to be doing anything,” he says. “That’s the easy part .”
Nabatov frowns .
“What the hell are you talking about, boy ?”
“All I have to be doing is not calling a phone number for a few days,” says Maks. “When I don’t do that, someone I pay money to will be sending a package to FBI office in New York City .”
The older man’s face slackens and this time, the cigar actually falls out of his mouth to the floor .
“Stupid little Maksim is not so stupid, Uncle,” says Maks. “Ever since I was being teenager, I make recordings. I take photos. I am writing things down. Just in case something ever happens to me; maybe someday you decide I need to be gone .
“So I give sealed package to someone and pay them to be keeping it for me. If I am not contacting that person, they know something bad is happening. They deliver the package .”
Holy shit, Maks. This is the life you’ve been living behind that smile? I glance at Cassie, who looks at me wide-eyed .
“You think I don’t know what you were doing in Russia?” he continues. “I know all. You ruined lives of girls. You killed people. Now in America, you are making embarrassment of our family! You are like a rat in the sewer. This country is giving us everything, but you spit on it .”
Nabatov tries to smile, but it looks ridiculous on him .
“Maksie, Maksie, come on now,” he says. “We don’t need to do this. We’re family .”
“No.” Maks waves a hand at me and the girls. “These people are being my family now. Not you .”
Nabatov’s face hardens again .
“If you do this, your father will go down with me,” he says coldly .
Maksim’s eyes close for a long moment .
“I know,” he says. “That is why I haven’t been doing this before now. But I must stop you. My friends must be going free .”
The room is silent. I guess no one knows what to say next. I sure as hell don’t .
“Very well,” Nabatov sighs. “We have what the Americans call a Mexican standoff. You may leave. Obviously, I have enough information on all of you to burn you if you try to talk to anyone. I will have to compensate Mr. Buckner, but that’s the cost of doing business .”
Cassie and I exchange hopeful glances .
“And you’ll return the money you owe her to the account in Grand Cayman,” I say. “That’s $2.75 million USD .”
He flashes annoyance, but nods .
“One more thing,” I say .
“Do not push your luck, Mr. Drake,” says Nabatov. “My patience is not infinite .”
“The woman in red .”
His eyes narrow .
“What about her ?”
“Do you know what happens to the quarries after the Chase ?”
“They take their money and disappear,” he says with a shrug. “It is no concern of mine .”
“They disappear, all right. But not in the way you think .”
“What are you talking about?” says Nabatov .
“Yeah,” says Cassie. “What are you talking about ?”
Before I can answer, I hear the cough of a bullet, and see the guard closest to Nabatov dance a strange jog and fall to the floor. Two more coughs and the other two follow suit .
“He’s talking about me,” says the blonde in the red dress as she enters the room from the hall .
Her silenced pistol is aimed squarely at Cassie’s head .
Chapter Two Hundred Fifteen
5 8. CASSANDRA
“Anna!” Nabatov cries. “What are you doing ?!”
The woman in the red dress stalks toward me. Her face isn’t the cool, flawless mask it was in her video the night I joined the Chase. Now it’s twisted with rage .
There’s also a good-sized goose egg and a clot of dried blood on the left side of her jaw .
I rise from my chair. Tricia moves to do the same beside me, but I stop her with a hand on the shoulder .
“Don’t,” I say. “Leave this to me .”
“You will pay for these men,” Nabatov says, waving at the men lying in pools of blood on the floor. “They do not come cheap .”
“Shut up if you want to walk out of here,” Anna says without a trace of emotion .
Carson glares at her .
“I knew I should have gone for your throat,” he snarls .
Without taking her eyes off me, Anna points the gun at him .
“I have even less reason to keep you alive, Mr. Drake,” she says. “That goes for the rest of you, as well .”
We lock eyes and I can see the madness there. She was good at hiding it, but whatever circumstances have changed the situation, she’s a complete wild card now .
“This is what I was trying to tell you,” Carson says to Nabatov. “Anna here is the reason the quarries disappear after the Chase. She kills them !”
My heart skips a beat, but I don’t let it show on my face. That’s right, blondie, keep looking right at me. You don’t need to be pointing that gun anywhere else .
“Let me guess,” I say. “After you kill them, you steal their winnings .”
“Stupid sow,” she chuckles. “Money means nothing. Power is everything .”
“Money is power .”
She smiles without humor. Those cold, dead eyes are starting to scare me as she gets closer .
“Power is power, sow. It is a gift from Satan. It’s why we offer him the desecrated virgin when the summer sun is at its hottest .”
Suddenly my mind is whirling, extrapolating from what she just said. It’s crazy, but it explains so much .
“Let me guess,” I say. “You’re the one who suggested the Chase to Nabatov in the first place .”
Nabatov looks down at the bodies of his henchman, then back at Anna .
“Is what she says true, Anna? Did you have me start this so you could kill these women? Are you insane ?”
“What difference does it make to you?” she says. “You made a fortune from it. It doesn’t have to end. We just need to eliminate these people .”
She slides a hand around my upper arm and places the barrel of the silencer against my temple .
“This one is coming with me,” she says. “The rest I will leave for you, Bogdan. Do with them what you will. My time grows short .”
“I will not be a part of this!” Nabatov shouts .
“Very well,” she says, pulling the barrel from my scalp and aiming it at him. Two more coughs and Maksim’s uncle is dead on the floor .
That was exactly the distraction I needed .
I aim directly for the enormous bruise on her jaw and drive the side of my head into it. The sound it makes is like two bowling balls colliding .
She stumbles backwards but keeps the gun poi
nted forward. She squeezes off two more rounds into the room, but the only thing they hit is the far wall, thank God .
Before I know what’s happening, Carson is rushing toward her. I grab her gun hand just as he leaps in the air and comes crashing down with a diagonal blow right into her skull .
What the hell was that? Obviously Carson is still keeping a few secrets from me .
I flip Anna backwards with a wristlock that sends her sailing to the floor. Her head connects with the hard oak and she lies there, motionless. Two massive head traumas have left her with a concussion .
Carson and I stand there, breathing heavily .
“That bruise on her jaw?” he says. “That was me .”
“Yeah?” I huff. “And what was with that flying punch ?”
He shrugs .
“I got some skills,” he says. “No biggie .”
Neither of us sees Anna move until it’s too late. She grabs the gun and sits up on the floor, angling the barrel toward Carson’s chest .
Suddenly my mind fills with images of him: the gawky teen who kissed me for the first time under the bleachers, the dashing playboy who restarted my heart for me when I didn’t even know that it had stopped .
If I lose him, I’ll die myself. I can’t let that happen .
I react without thinking, grabbing him and pivoting my weight to throw him out of the line of fire. My back is now to Anna, shielding Carson from the gun .
Three loud coughs split the air .
No ricochet cracks, which means they all struck flesh .
I hear a faint thump .
My heart races as I grip Carson tighter than I ever have before. Which of us is hit ?
“Cassie!” He’s groping me with both hands. “Are you all right ?”
I open my eyes, and realize I’ve been groping him. No bullet holes .
“I’m fine,” I breathe. “But what …?”
We both turn to see Anna’s prone body on the floor, bleeding out from three exit wounds in the front of her sundress. Her eyes are open, staring lifelessly at the ceiling .
Behind her stands Tricia, eyes wide, chest heaving. She’s still in the shooter’s stance .
“This was… on the floor,” she breathes, her eyes round and unblinking. “One of these guys… he dropped it… when he got… y’know. Shot .”
