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Holy shit.
“See?” she cries.
“Now you've ruined everything!”
“I RUINED IT?”
“Yes!”
“You got kidnapped!”
“No, I got courted!”
“By the Russian mafia!”
“By Viktor!”
Like that somehow explains everything.
“You know your father is going to kill him, right?”
She pales.
“Maybe.”
“And everyone at Sigma will likely help.”
She pales even more.
“Which is why we have to leave now.”
I blink.
“We?”
“Yes, we.”
“Why.”
“Because.”
“No.”
She points toward the ocean.
“We have no choice. You threw my escorts overboard, stole Viktor's boat, and I kinda already left a note for my father that I’ve been kidnapped and would be married by the time he found me.”
She winces.
I look at the horizon.
The guards are indeed floating in life jackets, screaming in Russian.
Well.
Shit.
“And if your father or Viktor catches us before I explain?” she continues.
