Karl
Volkov's eyes widened just a fraction of an inch as he asked Jassy his question.
She feigned ignorance. “Who? Me?” she asked, laughing nervously.
A spike of fear immediately shot through me. I hadn't even thought about whether or not someone as far up the food chain as Aleksey would ever recognize Jassy, just another girl working on her back. “This is over,” I said, my immediate focus on getting both my woman and myself out of there in one piece.
“Yes,” Aleksey said, standing up from the picnic table abruptly and stepping clear of the bench. “I believe it is. Have a good life, Mr. Baldwin.” And, with that, he turned and headed through the children to the six Thunder Riders who were assembled just a short distance away, glaring and pacing as they watched their boss approach them.
