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by bounty hunters?” He stepped on his untied shoestring and fell against the wall. Pushing off, he said, “Did you jump bail? Steal a car? Or rob somebody. Or--”
“Ivan, enough already.” She stood in the shadows, not making eye contact. “I’m not proud of it. When you’re angry and lonely, you do stupid things.” God, how she wanted everything in her life to go away. No more running, no more hiding, no more looking over her shoulder. But it was her penance until the day she’d meet the drug lord once again. “It’s none of your business.”
Ivan crossed his arms and tapped his foot. “Spill, or I tell everyone who you are.”
She rubbed her forehead. Good God. No one onboard gave a damn about her past or who she was. Leah looked at the boy and sighed. “In college, we worked on growing the web and moving data between servers. Somewhere along the way, I happened to wiped out Roclas’s credit cards, banking info, national ID records, and his legit company’s registration with the city and country.”
The sound of his name ignited her hate and strength. Leah snapped her head up to face the two males. “He got what he deserved. He took away the most important thing in my life. So, I returned the favor.”
With a raised brow, Otso said, “Nice story, Princess.” He paced; she wasn’t telling him everything. He smelled nervousness. “The bounty on your pretty little head is close to unheard of. It doesn’t make sense.”
“There’s more.” Leah slid down the wall to sit with knees bent. “I also put him on every ‘no-flight’ list, terrorist watch list, and travel advisory I could get to electronically.” She wasn’t about to mention the specific deed that got the bounty on her head.
Deep laughter filled the room. Anger and shame filled her. “What’s so damn funny?”
Otso could barely talk between breathing and laughing. “That’s enough. I believe you. I know who you are now.”
“What?” Her heart pushed into her throat. “How…who…”
“A long time ago, Roclas couldn’t travel publicly because he had problems with his passport and ID.” He pointed to her. “That was you!” His hand slapped his knee. “ Paska , no wonder he wants you. That’s hilarious.”
Leah clenched her jaw and crossed her arms. “Funny for you, jerk off.”
Ivan returned to his place by the food tray, quiet and frightened. Otso noticed. “What’s wrong, kid?”
“Mr. Atilla--”
Leah snorted. “Ivan, it’s O-tila not Atilla--the Hun in Star Wars.” Damn, that was funny. She’d have to remember that name.
“Close enough. Octos, is--”
Her eyes rolled. “Otso, Ivan. Ot-so.”
“Okay!” The boy crossed his arms and glowered at her. “Bear King,” he paused to see if she was going to correct him again. She lifted her hands and leaned away, so he continued, “Is somebody going to hurt us?”
The man’s eyes softened. He opened his mouth then closed it. “No one will hurt you as long as I’m in charge.” He put on a genuine smile and ruffled the boy’s hair.
Even though irked, Leah noted how cute Otso could be--little dimple in his cheek, strong jaw line, wavy hair down to his collar, and just enough scruff to make him look sexy. She bonked the side of her head with her hand. What was she thinking? This man was giving her to the killer in her nightmares.
Otso frowned at Ivan’s short sleeve. “What’s on your arm?”
Ivan brightened. “Do you like it? It says I’m cool.” He lifted the material. Leah rolled her eyes, waiting for a “high-five” of hands and macho man talk about a ritual of passage or some crap.
Otila’s face darkened and anger filled his shadowed eyes. His hand darted out and snatched the kid’s arm. “Understand this, boy. Ink under a man’s skin means nothing. Nothing! Do you understand?”
Ivan’s wide eyes locked onto Otso’s heated expression. Upon seeing the boy’s fear, he softened. “Judge a man by his actions, not his
“Ivan, enough already.” She stood in the shadows, not making eye contact. “I’m not proud of it. When you’re angry and lonely, you do stupid things.” God, how she wanted everything in her life to go away. No more running, no more hiding, no more looking over her shoulder. But it was her penance until the day she’d meet the drug lord once again. “It’s none of your business.”
Ivan crossed his arms and tapped his foot. “Spill, or I tell everyone who you are.”
She rubbed her forehead. Good God. No one onboard gave a damn about her past or who she was. Leah looked at the boy and sighed. “In college, we worked on growing the web and moving data between servers. Somewhere along the way, I happened to wiped out Roclas’s credit cards, banking info, national ID records, and his legit company’s registration with the city and country.”
The sound of his name ignited her hate and strength. Leah snapped her head up to face the two males. “He got what he deserved. He took away the most important thing in my life. So, I returned the favor.”
With a raised brow, Otso said, “Nice story, Princess.” He paced; she wasn’t telling him everything. He smelled nervousness. “The bounty on your pretty little head is close to unheard of. It doesn’t make sense.”
“There’s more.” Leah slid down the wall to sit with knees bent. “I also put him on every ‘no-flight’ list, terrorist watch list, and travel advisory I could get to electronically.” She wasn’t about to mention the specific deed that got the bounty on her head.
Deep laughter filled the room. Anger and shame filled her. “What’s so damn funny?”
Otso could barely talk between breathing and laughing. “That’s enough. I believe you. I know who you are now.”
“What?” Her heart pushed into her throat. “How…who…”
“A long time ago, Roclas couldn’t travel publicly because he had problems with his passport and ID.” He pointed to her. “That was you!” His hand slapped his knee. “ Paska , no wonder he wants you. That’s hilarious.”
Leah clenched her jaw and crossed her arms. “Funny for you, jerk off.”
Ivan returned to his place by the food tray, quiet and frightened. Otso noticed. “What’s wrong, kid?”
“Mr. Atilla--”
Leah snorted. “Ivan, it’s O-tila not Atilla--the Hun in Star Wars.” Damn, that was funny. She’d have to remember that name.
“Close enough. Octos, is--”
Her eyes rolled. “Otso, Ivan. Ot-so.”
“Okay!” The boy crossed his arms and glowered at her. “Bear King,” he paused to see if she was going to correct him again. She lifted her hands and leaned away, so he continued, “Is somebody going to hurt us?”
The man’s eyes softened. He opened his mouth then closed it. “No one will hurt you as long as I’m in charge.” He put on a genuine smile and ruffled the boy’s hair.
Even though irked, Leah noted how cute Otso could be--little dimple in his cheek, strong jaw line, wavy hair down to his collar, and just enough scruff to make him look sexy. She bonked the side of her head with her hand. What was she thinking? This man was giving her to the killer in her nightmares.
Otso frowned at Ivan’s short sleeve. “What’s on your arm?”
Ivan brightened. “Do you like it? It says I’m cool.” He lifted the material. Leah rolled her eyes, waiting for a “high-five” of hands and macho man talk about a ritual of passage or some crap.
Otila’s face darkened and anger filled his shadowed eyes. His hand darted out and snatched the kid’s arm. “Understand this, boy. Ink under a man’s skin means nothing. Nothing! Do you understand?”
Ivan’s wide eyes locked onto Otso’s heated expression. Upon seeing the boy’s fear, he softened. “Judge a man by his actions, not his
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