No Escape From Them
Valerius ordered, pulling up the live feeds from their mansion's perimeter.
The live feed showed a maid helping their little bird escape.
"Let her run for now. She thinks she's escaping, but she's just running straight into the storm we just created," Vincenzo murmured with a wicked smirk plastered across his face.
The trap was officially sprung. They shut down the monitor, and headed straight for their private airfield. By morning, their private jet was cutting through the clouds, leaving the country far behind.
Hours later, the freezing, crisp air of Moscow greeted them as they stepped out onto the balcony of their penthouse suite. The Russian skyline stretched out before them, a sprawling