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cared. All he knew was that he’d never felt about any woman the way he felt about her. Whether she was Diana Petrov or Anastasiya Gornakov didn’t matter one bit. She was his now, and he’d make damn sure she stayed that way.
It had surprised him she went along with this ruse about the engagement. He hadn’t thought it through—it had simply been a spur of the moment kind of thing, like most of his best ideas. Even in the battlefield he liked to follow his hunches. They’d saved his ass and that of his men more than once.
If this terrorist thought he could manhandle her and make her do his bidding without him by her side he had another thing coming.
He assessed the situation. They were descending, the leader of the outfit in front of them, two of his flunkies at their heels. He could take them out now, but didn’t like the odds of Diana getting caught in the crossfire when he made his move. He could take the two assholes trailing them, but that left the one in front free to retaliate. He quickly dismissed the move. If it was only his own life on the line he wouldn’t hesitate a millisecond, but he had Diana to think of.
Then again, if all they were after was money, perhaps they should simply let this thing play out. Let the bastards get their hands on the Gornakov millions. By the time they thought they were safe to enjoy their ill-gotten spoils, Interpol would be on them like white on rice and retrieve both them and the stolen funds.
They’d arrived downstairs in the ornate hallway and were led to the left. Exactly what he’d figured. They were heading for the command center. He hoped Armand would be waiting. Three against three. Those were odds he could live with.
They arrived at an inconspicuous looking wood-paneled elevator door. From the outside it looked like a service elevator. In reality it led straight down to the castle’s security nerve center. To his surprise, the terrorist produced a highly secure passkey and shoved it into the small security panel placed next to the door. The elevator doors immediately swung open.
What the hell? He stared at the key in the man’s hand. How had he managed to get a duplicate? Those were impossible to manufacture.
The terrorist held the door and all five of them crowded in.
He found himself face to face with the terrorist leader and stared him down. The asshole’s icy blue gaze never wavered. The man had balls of brass to think he could pull a stunt like this and not get caught. This wasn’t some Podunk town in the middle of nowhere. This was the capital of Montinia, one of the most beloved and popular tourist destinations on the planet, the home of the rich and famous and secured by a highly trained police force.
Which reminded him.
Where was the fucking cavalry?
They should have been here by now, taking these assholes down.
He’d called them in the moment he heard what was coming.
The elevator jerked to a stop and they were led into the deepest part of the building: the underground command post where all of the security for the castle and parts of the capital and kingdom were monitored. State-of-the-art and constantly manned by security personnel, CCTV feeds were all centralized here. This was Montinia Security GHQ. And now it had been breached.
How did they get a hold of the codes? All the systems in here were secure, only accessible with the right access codes.
The moment he stepped into the cavernous concrete space, he saw the body.
“Armand!” he thundered, and was upon the man, kneeling down beside him, cradling his head. He was out cold, but when he felt for a pulse he was relieved to find one. He was knocked out but still alive, thank God. He directed a look up at the three terrorists who stood staring down at him impassively and his voice shook with barely veiled rage. “You’ll pay for this!”
The leader of the outfit merely chuckled lightly. “The old fart tried to be a hero. Even drew a gun on us. Imagine that.”
He abruptly
It had surprised him she went along with this ruse about the engagement. He hadn’t thought it through—it had simply been a spur of the moment kind of thing, like most of his best ideas. Even in the battlefield he liked to follow his hunches. They’d saved his ass and that of his men more than once.
If this terrorist thought he could manhandle her and make her do his bidding without him by her side he had another thing coming.
He assessed the situation. They were descending, the leader of the outfit in front of them, two of his flunkies at their heels. He could take them out now, but didn’t like the odds of Diana getting caught in the crossfire when he made his move. He could take the two assholes trailing them, but that left the one in front free to retaliate. He quickly dismissed the move. If it was only his own life on the line he wouldn’t hesitate a millisecond, but he had Diana to think of.
Then again, if all they were after was money, perhaps they should simply let this thing play out. Let the bastards get their hands on the Gornakov millions. By the time they thought they were safe to enjoy their ill-gotten spoils, Interpol would be on them like white on rice and retrieve both them and the stolen funds.
They’d arrived downstairs in the ornate hallway and were led to the left. Exactly what he’d figured. They were heading for the command center. He hoped Armand would be waiting. Three against three. Those were odds he could live with.
They arrived at an inconspicuous looking wood-paneled elevator door. From the outside it looked like a service elevator. In reality it led straight down to the castle’s security nerve center. To his surprise, the terrorist produced a highly secure passkey and shoved it into the small security panel placed next to the door. The elevator doors immediately swung open.
What the hell? He stared at the key in the man’s hand. How had he managed to get a duplicate? Those were impossible to manufacture.
The terrorist held the door and all five of them crowded in.
He found himself face to face with the terrorist leader and stared him down. The asshole’s icy blue gaze never wavered. The man had balls of brass to think he could pull a stunt like this and not get caught. This wasn’t some Podunk town in the middle of nowhere. This was the capital of Montinia, one of the most beloved and popular tourist destinations on the planet, the home of the rich and famous and secured by a highly trained police force.
Which reminded him.
Where was the fucking cavalry?
They should have been here by now, taking these assholes down.
He’d called them in the moment he heard what was coming.
The elevator jerked to a stop and they were led into the deepest part of the building: the underground command post where all of the security for the castle and parts of the capital and kingdom were monitored. State-of-the-art and constantly manned by security personnel, CCTV feeds were all centralized here. This was Montinia Security GHQ. And now it had been breached.
How did they get a hold of the codes? All the systems in here were secure, only accessible with the right access codes.
The moment he stepped into the cavernous concrete space, he saw the body.
“Armand!” he thundered, and was upon the man, kneeling down beside him, cradling his head. He was out cold, but when he felt for a pulse he was relieved to find one. He was knocked out but still alive, thank God. He directed a look up at the three terrorists who stood staring down at him impassively and his voice shook with barely veiled rage. “You’ll pay for this!”
The leader of the outfit merely chuckled lightly. “The old fart tried to be a hero. Even drew a gun on us. Imagine that.”
He abruptly
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