“Absolutely,” I said, though I had no intention whatsoever of doing what they’d asked. I knew the minute they approached Rasmus’s men, there was a good chance the shit would hit the fan, and I didn’t intend to be around when it did.
The security guards left me, walking away, weaving through the crowds of people. I counted to three and then spun away and hurried back to the women’s toilets. I hoped Kaja would still be here. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if she’d fled. Would I let her go? My rage towards Rasmus hadn’t changed, but I had to admit that I’d softened a fraction towards her. I assumed that was mostly my dick talking. I didn’t want to let her go just yet, though. I’d only got a taste of the pleasures her body could give, and I wanted more. The thought of how furious Rasmus would be when he’d learned about all the ways I’d defiled his precious daughter was just the silver lining.
I stopped at the door. A woman pushed out of it and gave me a strange look. I ignored her and leaned through the gap.
“We have to go.” I didn’t dare use her name.
Behind me, a disturbance had started, voices raised, and I was fairly certain that was because of the events I’d put in motion.
“Kaja? Are you in there?”
I’d have to go in and search the place and drag her out if I found her. Again, it was something that would draw too much attention to myself, and so I’d preferred not to.
She emerged from one of the stalls and hurried over to me. “Sorry, I didn’t recognise your voice for a moment. I was worried it was one of them.”
I didn’t yet fully understand her motives for wanting to run away with a man who’d kidnapped and strangled her, but I could only assume that life with her father was pretty fucking shit.
“We have to go.”
I put my arm around her, and we hurried through the terminal, towards the private hanger. Behind us, shouts grew louder. I hoped things wouldn’t go so far as to get the airport shut down. If people started shooting, that would be a strong possibility. Either way, we were able to get past without being noticed.
Or so I thought.
“Hey! Over there. She’s over there.”
Fuck. We’d been seen.
My arm tightened around Kaja’s shoulders, tucking her body against mine. We were nearly through the gate that would take us into the private terminal. I did my best to ignore the shouts, to make it look as though they weren’t talking about us. I hoped the security guards wouldn’t recognise me from behind—my blond hair and tall frame would normally make me stand out, but here it was the norm—and follow to ask more questions.
We reached the gate, and I showed our passports and flight details to the person manning it. I did my best to appear relaxed, flashing a wide smile and hoping Kaja was doing the same. Deep down, however, my heart raced, and I was poised for action, ready to run, if we had to.
“Thank you, sir,” the woman on the gate said, seeing the British passports and speaking in English. “Have a good flight.”
“Thank you. We will.”
We were through the gate now, and I allowed myself to relax a fraction. It was possible the security guards would follow me, but I suspected their attention was more on the two men now. By the time they decided to track me down, I’d already be on the flight and hopefully on my way back home.
We were greeted and taken through security with no problems and then ushered through to a private lounge. The flight would be leaving shortly. We didn’t need to wait around for hours like with a commercial flight. I’d be back in time to play my part in the shipment that was arriving tomorrow night. At least Tam wouldn’t be on my case because of that. I knew he wouldn’t be happy about me bringing Kaja back with me, though he’d helped me do it. I was causing a problem for the whole family with my actions.
“Champagne?” one of the staff offered.
“No, thank you.”
I’d wait until we were on the plane before I allowed myself to relax fully. I caught Kaja looking at me, a question in her eyes.
“Go ahead,” I told her.
She smiled and took a glass from the tray. “Thanks.”
A drop of alcohol wouldn’t do her any harm. In fact, I’d rather like to see a tipsy Kaja. She’d lived under the rule of her father her whole life, and she could do with letting her inhibitions go a little.
What kind of woman would she become when she was allowed to blossom?