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“I just—” Pete starts, then snaps his mouth shut, his usual grin gone as he glances around at all of us. “I’m a little shocked, is all. I come from nothing. I didn’t expect that.”
“We’re family,” Wren says, grabbing his hand on the table and squeezing it. “And family takes care of each other.”
“Family,” he whispers, slowly nodding.
“Yep,” I say, slapping him on the back. “You’re stuck with us all now.”
Finally, as he takes in all our faces, his grin starts to return.
We’d been calling ourselves a team, but Wren is right. We’re a family now. One forged in blood and tears and love. Whatever life has in store for us, we’ll face it together.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
WREN
Istare up at the plane and take a deep breath. We’re finally leaving Russia; it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening. I don’t even remember the flight here, which is probably a good thing. I’m not really sure what to expect from the flight.
“You’re all welcome to board and take your seats,” Agent Perez tells us before turning back to talk to the captain. He had welcomed us when we arrived on the tarmac and said he was here to get us safely back to the FBI headquarters in Washington, where we’d be given our official pardon.
“Hey, who’s that?” Pete asks, pointing to an approaching black SUV. Dex steps in front of me as Jagger plasters himself to my back, his arms wrapping around me protectively.
I hear the car stop and a door open and close.
“Good morning, gentlemen,” a familiar voice says in English.
“Dimitri?” I ask in confusion as I peek around Dex.
He spots me and waves with a smile. “Hey there, killer.”
“You know this guy?” Dex asks, sounding worried.
“He was in the detention centre,” Pete answers.
“You’re one of the guards?” Dex asks angrily, his fists clenching as he steps toward him.
“No!” I grab Dex’s arm to try to stop him. “He was a prisoner.”
He frowns down at me and asks, “So he’s a criminal?”
“Yes and no,” Dimitri answers. We both look at him, and he seems unfazed by what’s going on, his hands shoved into his pockets as he watches us with amusement.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“I’m hitching a ride home.” He gestures at the plane as my brow scrunches in confusion.
“Ah, Agent Fox,” Agent Perez says, stepping forward to shake his hand. “It’s good to see you made it.”
“Agent?” I ask, feeling even more confused.
Agent Perez goes back to speak with the pilot again as Dimitri turns back to me. “Yes, I was here on a mission.”
“I’m guessing getting caught stealing a car wasn’t part of the plan?” I ask.
He laughs. “Yeah, that definitely wasn’t in the plan. And it’s not like I can tell the Russians I’m an undercover FBI Agent. They’d probably shoot me on sight.”
“Shit, how were you going to get out of there?” Pete asks.
“I was working on a plan. But yours worked much better, so thanks for the rescue.” His eyes meet mine, and he nods. “I would have understood if you left me there. I was a criminal in your eyes.”
