Chapter 35
MILA
“In and out, Mila. We aren’t safe anywhere now.” Tyler doesn’t hide his irritation with me through the earpiece.
I’m doing the right thing.
I’ve never had to heal a broken heart before. The memory of Nikolai’s furious gaze as I walked away still haunts my thoughts.
If I were him, I’d want me dead too. He’s probably thinking the worst, I would in his shoes. He allowed me in his safe space, around the one thing that means anything to him in the world, his little girl.
I betrayed his trust, and stabbed his heart.
He deserves better than me.
I just need to retrieve the drive I hid in this creepy cemetery and get the hell out of here.
I’m fucked either way. My life will end at the hands of either Ivan, Tatiana, or Nikolai. I’m kind of hoping it is Niki.
I just have to save my brother first before he catches me. There is absolutely no way Nikolai will let this go. And, I shouldn’t have a thrill running through me that he will be after me.
As I hunt down the grave I’m searching for, the ice crunches loudly under my boots.
Taking a sharp left, I count down the next six headstones.
The seventh is the one I’m looking for.
Wiping the snow away from the stone, I double check the name. Yep, there he is. I better pray to someone that the drive is still there. If it isn’t, I might as well dig myself a hole.
Brushing the debris out of the way, the chill makes my fingers tingle. I dig down and relief washes over me when I feel the plastic baggy.
Thank fuck.
Pulling it out, I wipe the dirt from it. The freezing air whips through my hair and leaves rustle behind me. Sliding my blade from my boot, I flick my head around and stand.
Silence.
It’s almost too quiet.
Tucking the drive securely into my sports bra, hidden beneath my jacket, I know it’s time to make my escape. The small window is closing in on me to get this shit done.
I push the blade up the inside of my sleeve, and tap my earpiece to put me through to Ty. “Do you see anything?”
As I start moving toward the black metal gates of the entrance, a gust of wind leaves me feeling exposed.
“We’re fucking jammed. I’m working on it. Just get to your bike.”
I can feel the goosebumps rise on my skin as an icy chill travels down my spine.
He’s here.
I don’t want to kill him.
I know better than this being a coincidence. My gut isn’t ever wrong. Nor is my heart, apparently, which is beating so fast I can feel it pulsing in my throat.
With a shake of my right arm, the knife smoothly slides out of the sleeve and into my grasp. Taking a deep breath, I sprint for the gates as fast as I can.
Let’s hope I am wrong.