Lyra
My rage was like a volcano bubbling up like you wouldn’t believe. I was ready to explode. The men around me work fast and efficiently, with nothing needing to be said. I climbed up the steps to my jet, the red mist of rage had not left me since the phone call with Vladimir.
He wants a f*****g war, he has one coming, one he would never win, not in a million lifetimes. I step through the threshold to the jet and Kammi whistles at me.
“Looking very sexy to go on a killing mission.” He chuckles. I look down at myself. I have on black skinny jeans, combat boots and a black fitted top with my body warmer. I look back up and rolled my eyes at him. He passes me my holster that I put around my waist before strapping the other strap around my right thigh.
Masimo came over with my cust
