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“Blake’s got one chance to make things right or," he made a gun with his finger and thumb, "we'll take matters into our own hands."
I gulped, under no illusion that a gun wouldn’t just as easily be turned on me. Shit. Frankie played for keeps. How had Blake gotten mixed up with this guy?
The plane slowed to a stop and a flight attendant appeared from the cockpit. A bottle blonde, she wore a tight skirt and even tighter blouse, unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage. She also didn’t seem bothered or surprised by my presence. Like her boss always kidnapped people and flew them around. Just another day working for a mob boss, I guess.
Her spiked heels thudding in the thick carpet, she sashayed over to where we sat and announced, “We’re almost ready to deplane, Mr. Abruzzo.” She bent over slightly, giving Frankie a view straight down her shirt.
He smiled.
She smiled.
Clark looked jealous.
I made a gagging noise that no one seemed to notice.
“Perfect.” Frankie winked at the attendant and twisted in his seat to watch her walk back to the cockpit. Even Clark joined in and I couldn’t help but watch myself. The woman did have a nice ass even if she was depraved enough to aid and abet her boss’ various crimes.
When Frankie was finally done leering, he turned back to me. Touching his eye and then pointing at me, he said, “We’ll be watching you, Ruby. Don’t try anything funny.”
“Don’t go to the police either, not unless you want to end up in jail,” Clark added.
I snorted, unimpressed by the threat. “You’d be the ones in jail, not me.” Actually, going to the police wasn’t a bad idea. Or...a thought struck me, what about the US Embassy? They would take me in, right? Maybe I could find a way out of this. But what about Blake? If I cut and run that left him hanging. Could I leave him to die?
“Don’t be so sure about that.” Clark waved his passport at me. “You’re missing one of these, which means you’ll be entering the country illegally. That carries a fine and time in the local clink. And this is a Muslim country. You don’t want to be accused of a crime here.”
Frankie nodded. “They don’t listen to women here. Especially women who break the law. They’d lock you up so you couldn’t run from a bullet.” He stared at me for a long moment, letting that last threat sink in.
I shivered, suitably impressed now. “Point taken.” I would skip the police then and go for the Embassy. As for Blake, well, I would figure something out.
He thrust a wad of bills at me. “Good. Here’s some cash for your expenses.” Frankie gestured to Clark. “Get her purse, will you?”
Clark went to a small closet at the front of the plane and returned with my purse, handing it over to me. I dropped the thick roll of money and the phone into my purse and slung the bag over my shoulder, going through the motions on autopilot. I was dizzy with the surreal turn of events.
It had all started so innocently: The Cirque D’Amour was just supposed to be a job. All I had to do was sew, right? Yet somehow I’d taken on so much more. Who knew working as a seamstress could be so dangerous or go down such dark rabbit holes?
I sighed and rubbed my temples. When I’d visited Lilli in the hospital, just before I’d been kidnapped, she told me she thought Blake was worth the trouble. I wondered what she would say now.
Thinking of her made me realize she was back in the States waiting for me to pick her up and start our road trip to California. Would she even know I was gone? Would anyone think to look for me? My mom and I barely stayed in touch. I had no other relatives. Lilli was pretty much my only friend. From a distance, my life appeared bleak and empty.
I looked at Frankie, grimacing at the sight of his squat frame and shifty eyes that could emit innocence like he’d retrofitted a switch to turn it on and off at will. He was my only way back home. The thought did not reassure me.
“So
“Blake’s got one chance to make things right or," he made a gun with his finger and thumb, "we'll take matters into our own hands."
I gulped, under no illusion that a gun wouldn’t just as easily be turned on me. Shit. Frankie played for keeps. How had Blake gotten mixed up with this guy?
The plane slowed to a stop and a flight attendant appeared from the cockpit. A bottle blonde, she wore a tight skirt and even tighter blouse, unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage. She also didn’t seem bothered or surprised by my presence. Like her boss always kidnapped people and flew them around. Just another day working for a mob boss, I guess.
Her spiked heels thudding in the thick carpet, she sashayed over to where we sat and announced, “We’re almost ready to deplane, Mr. Abruzzo.” She bent over slightly, giving Frankie a view straight down her shirt.
He smiled.
She smiled.
Clark looked jealous.
I made a gagging noise that no one seemed to notice.
“Perfect.” Frankie winked at the attendant and twisted in his seat to watch her walk back to the cockpit. Even Clark joined in and I couldn’t help but watch myself. The woman did have a nice ass even if she was depraved enough to aid and abet her boss’ various crimes.
When Frankie was finally done leering, he turned back to me. Touching his eye and then pointing at me, he said, “We’ll be watching you, Ruby. Don’t try anything funny.”
“Don’t go to the police either, not unless you want to end up in jail,” Clark added.
I snorted, unimpressed by the threat. “You’d be the ones in jail, not me.” Actually, going to the police wasn’t a bad idea. Or...a thought struck me, what about the US Embassy? They would take me in, right? Maybe I could find a way out of this. But what about Blake? If I cut and run that left him hanging. Could I leave him to die?
“Don’t be so sure about that.” Clark waved his passport at me. “You’re missing one of these, which means you’ll be entering the country illegally. That carries a fine and time in the local clink. And this is a Muslim country. You don’t want to be accused of a crime here.”
Frankie nodded. “They don’t listen to women here. Especially women who break the law. They’d lock you up so you couldn’t run from a bullet.” He stared at me for a long moment, letting that last threat sink in.
I shivered, suitably impressed now. “Point taken.” I would skip the police then and go for the Embassy. As for Blake, well, I would figure something out.
He thrust a wad of bills at me. “Good. Here’s some cash for your expenses.” Frankie gestured to Clark. “Get her purse, will you?”
Clark went to a small closet at the front of the plane and returned with my purse, handing it over to me. I dropped the thick roll of money and the phone into my purse and slung the bag over my shoulder, going through the motions on autopilot. I was dizzy with the surreal turn of events.
It had all started so innocently: The Cirque D’Amour was just supposed to be a job. All I had to do was sew, right? Yet somehow I’d taken on so much more. Who knew working as a seamstress could be so dangerous or go down such dark rabbit holes?
I sighed and rubbed my temples. When I’d visited Lilli in the hospital, just before I’d been kidnapped, she told me she thought Blake was worth the trouble. I wondered what she would say now.
Thinking of her made me realize she was back in the States waiting for me to pick her up and start our road trip to California. Would she even know I was gone? Would anyone think to look for me? My mom and I barely stayed in touch. I had no other relatives. Lilli was pretty much my only friend. From a distance, my life appeared bleak and empty.
I looked at Frankie, grimacing at the sight of his squat frame and shifty eyes that could emit innocence like he’d retrofitted a switch to turn it on and off at will. He was my only way back home. The thought did not reassure me.
“So
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