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“Other than the garish paint job, very. They’ve done work for the family for almost two decades. I don’t like this. Where were we headed?”

“Restricted airspace around Cuba.”

CHAPTER 25

Fallon

This was not good.Not good at all. The Cuban country didn’t take kindly to visitors just dropping in.

Vissarian laughed. “Someone wanted us shot down.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, but this is serious. The Cubans aren’t going to be very happy. However, I’ve got us…” This time, I was warned we were off course. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “I stand corrected. Someone sabotaged the plane. I need to override the instrumentation to try and navigate us to Miami. Don’t worry. I’ve done it before.”

Strangely enough, I wasn’t terrified, just fucking annoyed. The act was criminal and potentially deadly. It was obvious whoever had done so hadn’t anticipated my background. Thankfully, I knew what I was doing.

“Just hold on,” I told him, able to smell the tension and anger wrapped around his seductive body. After overriding the automatic system, I was able to take full control. “We’ll be fine.” As long as we had no additional mechanical issues. “We’ll need to get this checked in Miami.”

“I’ll make a call to the men who did the work once we get closer.”

“Good. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

I should have known better than to issue the statement.

“What’s that red light, Fallon?”

The slow and steady blinking was every pilot’s worst nightmare. “We’re getting ready to lose the engine.”

“We can fly with one. Correct?” He tipped his head toward me.

“Yes, we can.”

He obviously heard the hesitation in my voice, cursing in Russian under his breath.

“You speak Russian when you’re angry or upset.”

His laugh was short lived. “A habit I learned from my father, who wasn’t terribly interested in learning English when we arrived. It took an act of God to help him realize he really needed to learn the language. On the flipside, he required his sons to learn Russian. Since my brother was born in the States, he fought tooth and nail.”

“You’ll need to teach me a few words one day.” The chatter was only to keep his eyes off the gauges. I was using all my observation skills to do so myself.

I also noticed we were dangerously close to restricted airspace, enough so I anticipated my communications system would soon be lit up with warnings.

Something else I didn’t want to tell the frustrated man hell bent on revenge.

A few minutes passed and controlling the plane was becoming more difficult, sluggish when that was the last thing I needed.

Another warning light popped on the moment my headset was jammed with warnings to leave the airspace.

“What the fuck is going on?” he gritted out.

“We’re having some issues. Let me see what I can do.” After identifying ourselves, I opted to explain the situation. “El avión está experimentando una falla en la instrumentación.”

The jet is experiencing instrumentation failure.

There was a hesitation before my plea was answered. “Diríjase inmediatamente a Miami.”

Head immediately to Miami.

“That’s what I’m trying to do, you asshole.” I’d momentarily turned off the microphone before spouting off my displeasure, but when the plane lurched forward, I realized I was going to need to get nice and cozy with the bastards. “Fuck.”