forced to flee again.
They must leave for Europe. He could make arrangements for a night flight to New York, but they would have to travel by ship from there since there were no flights that could take them to Europe overnight.
It didn't matter. Once they were outside the US, they would be beyond the control and jurisdiction of the council.
He decided to allow her to rest while he made the arrangements. He had fake passports made, using a scanned copy of her driver's license for hers. He emailed the information to X with instructions to meet him at the airport. He'd used this man, X, in the past, and he was trustworthy enough only in that he could be bought into silence for a price.
They were trusting their lives to him, to make sure that X wouldn't betray them, perhaps for more money, or the threat at losing his life.
There was no way around it, unfortunately. This late in the game, he couldn't afford to shop around for someone else.
Danior called and ordered their tickets to New York and booked passage on the first available ship to Europe. At this time of year, their options were limited to the Mediterranean. He had connections there, however, and would be able to find refuge until he found them a place to make their new home.
Satisfied he'd done all he could at the moment, he crawled back into bed with Maggie, nestling her against his side as he stared up at the ceiling, going over his plans. He wished he could have taken a ship directly from the port here, but it was too risky taking a smaller vessel, and there was nothing else available except a few cargo ships, which wouldn't take passengers regardless. No, there was no choice but to fly to New York. Airport security after the attack there would force him to go completely weaponless, but it also meant their chances of being attacked there were slim. He had only to get there before running into trouble to get her aboard safely.
He prayed that his luck had not run out.
'Maggie.'
Something tickled her nose. “Unnh,” she complained, rolling over. Sore muscles winced at the movement, and she groaned. “Oh. I think I've been injured,” she mumbled, curling into a ball.
'As much as I would love to kiss those aches away, we have no time now. You've slept the day away.
Dusk approaches.'
Maggie bolted upright, stifling a groan as she put her weight on her bottom. “Why'd you let me sleep so late?'
He smiled, looking incredibly sexy despite the danger looming. She almost suspected he was putting on a faCade to keep her from panicking. “I couldn't bear to wake you.'
Maggie rolled her eyes, smiling as she got out of bed and hurriedly woke herself up. Her thighs were sticky from their lovemaking, and she bathed herself off with a rag, washed her face, and brushed her teeth with the spare toothbrush he'd bought for her.
She changed from her nightshirt into the leather clothing and boots. After she finished, she came out of the bathroom and found him gone.
A brief moment of panic assailed her, but she quashed it, hurrying out and down the stairs. She released a pent-up breath to find him downstairs waiting for her.
'It's safe to go out now. Hurry,” he said, taking her hand as he led her out the back. When they reached the door, he stopped, seeming to listen for some sound she couldn't hear. Apparently, he heard nothing to alarm him, and he opened the door, guiding her to the draped car.
He pulled the tarp off, revealing a silver Dodge Viper. Clicking off the alarm, he opened to door for her and shut it once she was inside.
The interior was roomier than she'd thought it would be, and she knew he had to have had it custom built for his height to accommodate his legs.
Getting in, he started the car and revved the engine, flashing her a quick grin as he put it in gear and drove away from the dark mansion.
The drive passed in taut silence. He maneuvered the streets easily, reaching the airport with almost anticlimactic ease. She couldn't believe it had been so easy to get away.
'We're not free yet,” he said, as if reading her thoughts, which she realized he could if he wanted to.
As they passed through the electronic doors, and man pushed off from a column and strode purposefully toward them. Maggie tensed, her breathing quickening. This was it. They'd been found.
Danior draped his arm over her shoulder, giving it a squeeze as the man stopped in front of them.
He had bad ass written all over him. From his shaved head and sunglasses, through the black tribal tattoos that covered his body and the black, silver studded leather he wore.
'X,” Danior said, nodding a greeting.
'Danior,” X said back, giving Maggie a once over before returning his attention to Danior. He fished two passports out of the inside of his jacket. “Do you have my money?'
Danior took the passports and examined them. “As good as always, X.” He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number from memory banks. They waited while he transferred the money to X's account and X confirmed it.
Danior and X nodded at one another again, both in that mode of conversation that could only be comprehended by other men, and without another word, they moved away and checked in for their flight.
Maggie couldn't believe how easy it had been to get away. Once they were on the plane and it had taken off, she finally managed to relax. She wasn't aware before then of just how tight her nerves had been. She had a tension headache coming on, and the cramped space and recycled air wasn't helping it any.
'Where are we going?” she finally asked Danior, who sat by the window with his eyes closed.
He didn't look at her. “New York and from there we take a ship to the Mediterranean.'
'Nice. I didn't think I'd ever get another vacation in my lifetime.'
He looked at her then, his eyes smoky and passionate. “I hope to do so much more for you for many years to come,” he said, his husky voice vibrating pleasurably along her nerves. “I'm surprised you didn't fight me more on this.'
He traced a hand up and down her thigh. Even through the leather, he left his impression on her.
'I didn't see much sense in it. It's for the best, and ... I trust you.'
His eyes gleamed. He leaned close, nuzzling her neck. “You don't know how much it pleases me to hear you say that,” he murmured, running his hand up her inner thigh, up her covered cleft.
Maggie jerked in her seat, clamping her hands down tightly on the arms of her chair. “What are you doing?'
'Mmm. What do you think?'
His fingers moved up, tugging at her zipper.
'No, Danior. I'll never get that zipper back up,” she whispered frantically, looking around worriedly.
They were in first class and it was empty except for a solitary man several rows above them, and he was snoring.
'They've made the rounds. No one will come, and I would not let them see,” he murmured hotly against her neck before sucking her lobe between his teeth.
Ignoring her silent protests, he pulled the zipper down, baring her panties, which were no barrier at all for him. He slipped beneath the waistband, fluttering his fingers over her mound.
Maggie bit her lip, squirming in her seat as he curled his fingers into the top of her cleft.
'Mmmm. You're wet. I knew you wanted this,” he growled softly, thrusting his tongue into her ear as he stroked her clit.
She arched in her seat, thrusting her mound against his cupped hand, fighting to contain the moan that wanted to tear from her throat. She kept her eyes open, looking around for anyone to catch them, afraid and excited at the possibility that they'd be caught.
He dug down, slipping in her slit until he edged her vagina and probed the tight hole, rimming it with a finger before thrusting inside. Maggie took a sharp breath, her knuckles going white to control herself.
'I want so badly to pump my cock inside you, amour,” he whispered, laying open mouthed kisses on her neck as he drove two fingers into her tightness.
