Chapter 41
Nikolai’s POV
The chopper vibrated under us like a living thing, rotors slicing through the night air with that steady, mechanical throb. I watched her across the narrow cabin, this little spitfire with her blood-smeared palm and those diamonds clutched like they could buy her freedom.
Nina.
Her name rolled through my mind, sharp and uninvited. She sat there, knees pressed tight, bare feet twitching against the leather floor as if she might bolt at any second. Her eyes locked on mine, wide and defiant, that pulse jumping in her throat like a trapped bird.
I had tracked her for hours, silent on the bike, letting the city blur into streaks of neon and shadow. She thought she had escaped. Amusing, really. The way she darted through alleys, haggled with that pathetic recep
