Alle Kapitel von Kiss Me, Bravta King: Kapitel 201 – Kapitel 207

MaximAfter my call with Zakh, Yusef reported in. He was quick to act in my stead, just like I knew he would be. Not only did he give my brothers and our top leaders replacement, brand-new phones and lines, but he also provided me with all their contacts.Until we knew how the breach and hack had happened that allowed us to be tracked, we couldn't determine how long these new numbers would remain safe. As such, I spoke with caution.Anatoli called me before I left the building. He was quick to reach out, asking how he could help. Word of Anastasia's being taken had spread at home, and my brothers wanted to assist me.Before, I would've been annoyed, almost offended for them to come to me and offer help. Usually, it was the other way around. I was typically the one at the mansion, at the computer, and backing them up with the intel and details they needed to be safe and successful out there. Now, the roles were reversed. But I knew he wasn't stepping on my toes or trying to prove that

AnastasiaThey drove me to another building along the lakeshore. I was still gagged, but on the way there, I fiddled the best I could with the zip ties on my wrist.Being moved didn't improve my odds. But losing one of the bindings had to help. Erik and his friend hadn't noticed that one strap was missing. Even though I was sure I could lower my arms and break the last tie, I bided my time and waited.I had to run wisely. If I took off on foot, they'd catch me. I was dehydrated, starving, tired, and overwhelmed by constant stress and anxiety. Any of these Avilov men around this second storage-like building would catch me. They'd easily overpower me, too.I needed a weapon. I had to secure a means of fleeing other than on foot. And as I was pushed to walk past a room where it looked like children were beaten and chained up, I knew I had to think of others, not just myself.I'd always considered myself a loner on the run. Never making attachments—other than Maxim. Seeing those captive h

MaximOld, derelict buildings offered shelter the closer I came to the address that Tom had given me. Speeding through the traffic-less streets arranged in an organized maze of parallels and right angles, I had a clear route toward the biggest structure.To my left, Lake Michigan's waves pummeled the shore. With the window down, the smell of the water reached me. It wasn't like the humid coast of Mexico, but it felt like déjà vu, rushing toward Anastasia in an area that hugged a body of water."She'd better be here," I growled to myself.I didn't doubt Tom. Somehow, I felt confident that he was right. The determination in his voice wasn't fake. That agent really wanted Lev Avilov caught and captured to be charged or killed.My biggest worry was that Anastasia might have already been moved.I narrowed my eyes at the horizon on the choppy waves. Boats would be out there. They always were. But if Lev already moved her onto his, I'd need to haul my ass to catch one off the land.I sped al