Page 194 of Sexting His Assistant

“Then where are you going?”

I take the turn. The security car follows.

Nina looks from the road to my face. “Luka.”

I say nothing.

At the next intersection, I turn right.

The security car follows again.

My phone vibrates almost immediately.

I ignore it.

Nina’s eyes narrow. “Are you avoiding your own security?”

“Yes.”

She stares at me. “Why?”

Because I want ten minutes without men in earpieces behind us.

Because I’m tired of being watched. Because I don’t want to let go of her just yet.

I say, “Because they’re irritating me.”

“That is such a ‘you’ answer.”

“It’s an honest one.”

“It’s not a complete one.”

“No.”

I take another turn, this one sharper, into a quieter road lined with shuttered shops and parked cars. Sergei’s car tries to follow, but traffic slips between us at the wrong moment.

I accelerate just enough to make the gap useful.

Nina grips the edge of her seat. “Luka, what are you doing?”

I look at her once.

Then back at the road.

“Losing the security,” I say.

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He is insane.

Absolutely insane.

I stare at Luka as he takes another turn, smooth and confident, as if ditching his own security detail in the middle of the night is a normal decision made by normal men who have not recently been shot in a parking garage.

For a second, I think I should be furious.