Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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She's so fucking stubborn!
Furiously, I break off the earpiece connected to Mia's necklace and rid myself of her marital drama with Kingston. I should've known better that she had her personal vendetta by coming here. She's Mia Vera, after all, the most capricious thing I've ever come across.
Although I commend her sheer guts that seem to wreck Patrick Kingston's spine now and then, I still can't condone her ways that prove to be disastrous all the way.
In less than a month, I must get out of here with her, even if I'll have to drag her and lock her somewhere on a private Island until I'm sure she's safe to be left alone. God, she knows how to irk and push me into the chasm of anger, yet it's as if I'm drawn more to her craziness than any graceful side of her.
Marlow's line purrs to life as I press a button on the micro earpiece linked to his line. "Finally! Where the fuck are you, kid? Did you see her?" he asks, his voice mingled with a buzz as if he's walking or exposed to noisy interference.
"Yeah." My eyes skate over the parting elevator doors, and Cora is standing aside with the company of those two VIP guests she has escorted from the party.
Smiling, she flings her arm pointedly to the doors, inviting the men inside first. They obey like a couple of dumb slaves promised a sexy treatment by their mistress, even though Cora Mitchell is the business-only kind of woman whose only weakness is the young sister she's left in Arizona.
I edge myself back, hiding under the shadows of the emergency exit door that's only a few feet away from the elevator. Cora glances right and left until she's satisfied. High heels clatter on the floor as she stalks into the lift compartment.
"Have you identified the companions?" Marlow asks, and his voice is clear now.
He must be in the van parked in some ghost corner outside, listening and watching all the surveillance Luca has hacked.
"Only Dimitri Rostova," I reply, not making too much of a noise other than faint breathing. "The Asian doesn't match any photo of the VIP guest list. Any lead?"
He seemed like a doctor, researcher, or anyone on a similar work line. They're not that hard to tell, these science people.
"He may be one of the personnel from Virology lab in Osaka, part of a private military facility," Marlow probes. "I'm having his intel verified shortly to see if he's worth dead or alive. Right now...focus on Dimitri."
A frown flits on my face. "That complicates stuff. If the Japanese get in the way?"
I hear Marlow breathe soundly. It means he's undecided.
But eventually, he says, "Do what you think is right. Your identity shouldn't be compromised even if I'm not sure why you're overlooking Cora Mitchell as an enemy here."
"I have my reason." I pull the unregistered gun from my waistband carry-in holster. "The end justifies the means so don't concern yourself from this point."
