We finally touched down in New York. It was a long ten hour flight—one I’m not looking forward to taking again soon.
Simón’s men were loading up all of our things into the blacked out Roll’s Royce SUV’s that lined up down the airstrip runway.
He was on the phone, speaking in his native tongue. I couldn’t understand anything he was saying, but boy was it sexy.
I really needed to learn Russian, just to eavesdrop on his conversations.
After Simón hung up his phone, he joined my side with his jaw ticking in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” I questioned, knowing something was wrong.
“Aries is here and he’s been inserting himself in things that could kill us all.”
My heart dropped but I didn’t let my emotions show.
“What’s he doing in New York? What are his plans?” I asked, needing to
