ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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Quickly, I take out one of my empty suitcases and put my clothes half folded inside.
Lukas came here today in the morning saying he had an alibi on the Russians, so we're heading there to blow them up.
As payback.
Putting a last pair of sneakers inside, I close it, and grab my black bag, where my guns and knifes, along with my tactical clothes are.
I put my hair in a ponytail, and head out of the bedroom.
Arriving downstairs I see two SUVs, and British pussy loading their trunks along with other guys.
Of course he would be coming.
"Ready?" Moretti voice asks from behind me, I nod and put my things on the trunk.
We're staying at a hotel for undetermined time. It all depends on how long it will last.
Lukas, Steve and I go into one of the SUVs as the other four men go inside the other.
"Do you have any idea what's the plan?" Steve asks Lukas as he drives to the local where the private jet is.
I listen attentively from the back seats.
"Blow them."
Smirking, I look down at my phone screen.
That can have two meanings.
"How?" Steve asks.
"We're starting with warnings. We have their shipment local, and will retribute as they did when sweetheart over there went to kill me, and got caught on this mess." His hazel eyes lock with my green ones from the review mirror.
I glare at him. "Who says I can't kill you right now? "
"You wish, Red." Steve snorts.
"Shut the fuck up." Lukas and I growl at the same time, he huffs sinking on his seat.
The rest of the drive is made in silence, Lukas and I sharing glares here and there through the mirror.
Fucking asshole.
Once we arrive at the airport, a black jet is awaiting for us.
Jesus fuck that's not a jet, it's a monster.
The two men guarding it, step forwards to unload the SUVs as we all climb up the stairs to the luxury jet.
Even inside it's fancy.
It's about gray and white patterns of color.
A large couch with a table for two in front, and then two tables, for four more ahead in the space, and at the end I can spot two doors.
One for the bathroom and other maybe for a bedroom?
