Nera
“Is he really taking them with him?” I ask, watching Kai’s blond-haired friend trying to stuff the poor judge into the trunk of his SUV. The two priests are sitting tied and gagged in his back seat.
“Looks like it,” Kai responds.
Belov slams the trunk closed and, whistling to himself, gets behind the wheel. Two quick honks of his horn and he drives off, heading toward the gate. Kai tightens his hold on my waist. “Should we go consummate the marriage right away, or check on our prisoner first?”
Shit. I completely forgot about Armando. “Maybe we should—”
I don’t finish the sentence because Kai pushes me behind him and takes out his gun. Peeking around him, I notice a sleek black car advancing up our driveway.
“Who the f**k let that vehicle through the gate?” Kai yells.
The car st
