Page 135 of The Vampire's Storm

He kept staring at her lifeless body and back at Willow, who looked like she was about to collapse.

“What do you want?” Brayden demanded. His voice booming through the room.

“Bray,” Willow whimpered and shook.

“Power. Control. All of you dead,” Nikolay replied, sliding his hands into his pocket, casual as fuck.

“You will not walk out of here alive,” the prince roared.

The mobster laughed. “Yes. I will. If you want your daughter to remain alive.”

The balls on this fucking asshole.

“Let me kill him. We will work it out,” Craig growled dangerously.

“No. Nobody move,” Willow said, panic making her shake. “Bray. Please.”

“You have three more minutes,” Nikolay said. “Let me walk out the door and tell me where my wife is. I’ll then give you with the code.”

Three. Jesus.

The prince stared at his daughter, who wasn’t moving, and then his mate.

“Brayden!” she cried. “Fucking let him go!”

“Oh god!” Brooklyn cried next to him.

“Motherfucker,” Ben said under his breath.

Nikolay shrugged. “If I die, your daughter dies. Two and half a minutes.”

Fucking hell.

“If I die, I’ve rigged the room to explode.” He held up a device strapped to his hand.

“Go.” Brayden stepped aside. “Go with him and then send me the code,” he told Kurt.

They could telepath. The mobster didn’t know that.

Brayden hissed at him. “Elizabeth is in room 4405 at the Dufort Hotel. Go.”

Kurt stepped forward and the Russian mob boss walked out. Scott fucking free.

The cunning motherfucker.

Willow went rushing into Brayden’s arms and began sobbing. “I’ve got you. Fuck. I’ve got you, baby.”

They all stood staring at the princess, counting the seconds.

Thirty.

Sixty.

Seventy.

Ninety.

Fucking hell.