I'm going to kill every last one of them.
The plane jolts slightly, hitting a patch of turbulence. The flight attendant glances my way, but I ignore her.
I pull out my phone and scroll through the photos I saved from the tablet. I shouldn't look. I know I shouldn't. But I can't help it.
I zoom in on her face.
Her eyes are open, but they're empty.
The thought of what they did to her makes my vision blur with rage.
I close the photo and shove the phone back in my pocket.
One hour.
I can survive one more hour.
The plane lands, and as soon as it comes to a stop, I'm up on my feet.
The flight attendant appears again, this time with a polite but nervous smile.
"Mr. Ionescu. Your bag, sir."
I grab it from her and give her a curt nod and head for the door.
The stairs are already lowering by the time I reach it. Cold air rushes in, and it smells like jet fuel.
I step out onto the tarmac, and a black Rolls-Royce idles near the edge of the hangar.
Men in dark suits stand in a loose semicircle around it, and Victor leans against the car, arms crossed, perfectly composed.
He's dressed like he just stepped out of a boardroom. Charcoal suit with a white shirt, no tie. He looks like the untouchable politician he is.
I walk toward him, my boots splashing through a shallow puddle. The men stiffen up as I approach.
"Adrian," he says. "Good flight?" His voice is smooth.
I stop in front of him and just look at him.
He uncrosses his arms, pulls me into a quick hug, then grips my shoulder.
"O vom aduce înapoi," he says quietly. "We'll bring her back."
"Asta e planul," I say.
"?i îi vom omorî pe to?i," Victor says, gesturing toward the car. "Let's go. We have work to do."
One of the men opens the door, and I slide into the backseat while he takes my bag. The interior smells like leather and expensive cologne. Victor gets in on the other side and sits beside me.
The driver pulls away smoothly, and for a moment, neither of us speaks.
Victor pulls out his phone, scrolling through something, but I can't stand the silence any longer.
I turn toward him. "Tell me, brother. How do we wipe the Volkov Bratva off the face of this earth while getting Elena back?"
He pockets his phone and smiles. "We start with where I'm taking you."
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