ELEVEN
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They at least let him get into the car before Warta, Sikorski’s personal bodyguard, tried to take the blindfold from Tuck’s hand. Tuck snatched it out of Warta’s reach.
“The pretty girls can touch whatever they like,” Tuck snarled at the man holding open the back door of the limo. “You’re not my type.”
The rear seats faced each other and Kadie found herself next to Sikorski, sitting with her back to the sealed privacy panel. Tuck was diagonally opposite her, next to Star, and was the last to get in. Star took the blindfold from Tuck, and leaned in close, pressing her breasts to his arm as she reached around him to put it over his eyes.
Sure that her breathing had stilled, Kadie looked straight at him in the clutches of a wave of panic. Her usually casual Tuck was tense
