Page 113 of Out for Blood
“Where is she?” Bram asked.
“Five cars up,” Jagger said. “Black SUV.”
The description wasn’t helpful. We were in a line of black SUV’s, all with tinted windows, all making their way down the hillside as they left the gala.
I leaned forward in the back seat, my heart beating furiously in my chest as we inched down the mountain behind the other cars, my gaze locked on the SUV that was Alina’s.
“Where’s she going?” I asked when we were back at sea level.
“Marina, I think,” Hawk said.
One of the cars between us and Alina peeled off. Now there were only four cars between us, and I locked onto Alina’s SUV, hoping we hadn’t gotten it wrong.
They all looked alike.
Her car turned for the water.
“There she goes,” Hawk said.
“We need to break out of this gridlock,” Bram said next to me.
“What do you want me to do?” Hawk gritted through his teeth.
The road was too narrow, clogged with cars in both directions.
We inched infuriatingly along.
Alina’s car stopped. She stepped out of the back seat, her white dress a shimmery column in the dark, and stepped toward the pier with two of the guards.
Hawk bolted from the driver’s seat, leaving the car idling in the middle of the road.
It took less than five seconds for the rest of us to follow, piling out of the car and running toward the pier.
It was like chasing a butterfly, Alina seemingly oblivious, just out of reach as she hurried down the pier toward a waiting speedboat.
We were halfway to her when she climbed into the boat.
It pulled away from the dock with a roar, leaving a frothy wake in its trail.
We stopped running at the end of the dock, and I stood there, panting, watching Alina speed toward one of the waiting superyachts.
“Fuck!” Bram said.
Vigo clapped him on the back. “Don’t worry big guy. We’ll be able to follow her no problem now.”
“And how in the fuck are we supposed to do that when she’s getting on a boat with a helipad?” Bram asked.
“Because of the tracker I put in her bag,” Vigo said.
Hawk shook his head. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you’d gotten close enough to plant the tracker? I just spent thirty minutes chasing her down that fucking hill.”
“You seemed like you were having fun. Weren’t you having fun?” He looked at me. “Weren’t you having fun, mouse?Iwas having fun.”
I laughed because what else was there to do when you were part of the Hawks’ madness? “It was kind of fun.”
“See?” Vigo said to Hawk.
“I’m going to end you one of these days,” Bram said, turning to stalk down the pier. “And never, ever call me “big guy” again.”
