Page 93 of Scorned Beauty
Kirill scoffed. “It’s Miss Scott I am here for, actually.”
“You hired the person who sent me away?” Sloane asked from behind me.
“Hired?” The continued humor in his tone aggravated the fuck out of me. He knew something I didn’t. I could tell by the arrogance stamped on his face. “No. But she did tell me where you were.”
“Why?”
“Because you can help me.” Kirill cast me a brief glance. “And I can help you.”
“Fuck off. We’re done.” I gripped Sloane’s hand and dragged her away.
“Dom.”
“Not a word,” I growled.
“I’ll call you, De Lucci,” Kirill called out.
I shot him the middle finger with my free hand.
“Do you know what’s going on?” Sloane asked. There was slight resistance in her steps, but maybe it was because I was walking too fast. I packed her into the Escalade, rounded the vehicle, and slid into the driver’s side, gunned the engine, and sped away from town.
I mounted the phone on the dash and called Trevor.
“Yeah,” he answered on the second ring.
“Send pickup.”
“Now?” There was surprise in his voice.
“Yes. Now.”
“I need to check which plane is available.”
“I don’t care if you have to charter a new one. I want that bird wheels up within the hour.”
“Sounds urgent.”
“Kirill showed up here.”
A muttered “fuck” crackled over the line with a half second of dead silence, before he said, “On it.”
I ended the call and made another one to Lucy.
“Bro!” she singsonged.
“Have the housekeeper get the spare bedroom ready.”
“You convince Sloane to come to Manhattan?”
“Just do it.” Because I hadn’t, and I could feel the outrage blasting at me from her direction.
When I ended that call, Sloane cut in, “Before you call someone else…what the fuck?”
“You know what the fuck is,” I growled. “You have a don and a pakhan of New York organized crime vying for your attention. Let that sink in.”
I could feel her burning stare on my face, but I was trying to remain calm amid my rampaging thoughts. I’d been trying to deny that it was her, but Kirill showing up here confirmed my suspicions.
“You can’t just kidnap me!” she snapped.
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