Climbing off the bed, he pulls me to my feet. “Tell the flight attendant we’re ready for breakfast while I shower.”
“Okay.” I pat my leg for Luna to follow and first feed her and fill up her water bowl. I was worried she would freak out on the plane, but she’s been so good.
Stepping into the lounge cabin, I take a seat and press the button for the flight attendant. When she comes out of the kitchen area with a friendly smile, I say, “Morning. Can you please prepare breakfast and a lot of coffee?”
“Of course, Miss Manno.”
I pat on the seat next to me for Luna to jump up, and rubbing her head, I stare out of the small window. It’s still dark outside, so I can’t see anything.
Viktor takes the seat across from me, then pulls out his phone.
I stare at him as he types something, taking in his attractive features.
The man has pushed my boundaries and taught me so many things. With the training, I’m actually able to flip someone twice my size. Viktor was so proud the first time I slammed him down on the sparring mat.
His eyes flick to mine, then he asks, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m just thinking how much stronger you’ve made me.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Next, I’m teaching you how to shoot.”
My eyebrows lift. “Really? That will be awesome.”
Viktor leans forward and pulls one of his guns from behind his back. He ejects the clip and checks the barrel, then hands it to me. “Just hold it and get used to the feel of the weapon.”
Damn, it’s heavier than it looks.
When the flight attendant comes out with a tray, I shove the gun beneath my butt, which makes Viktor laugh.
I wait for her to set everything down and go back to the kitchen before I pull the weapon out of its hiding place and set it down on my lap. “I don’t want to scare her.”
“She knows who I am,” he mutters as he picks up his coffee.
“Still.”
While we enjoy our breakfast, I keep glancing at the gun, knowing Viktor has fired it many times.
He’s killed with it.
My fingers brush over the dark metal, and no matter how deep I dig, there’s no fear to be found.
When the pilot announces we’re landing, the excitement is back in full force.
Viktor’s eyes are glued to my face, a loving smile around his mouth. “I love how excited you get.”
“I’ve wanted to go to Bali for years,” I admit.
“I know. I have the list you made.”
My lips part in a gasp, my eyes widening. “You do?”
“I had Sacha clear out your bedroom remember?”
“I haven’t seen Sacha again.”
“He’s mostly in Russia, helping me run things that side,” Viktor explains. “But about the list, where would you like to go next?”
“After Bali?” I ask.