creep into me. This man’s look of death was different than Kai’s, and maybe I’d think on that later.
He gave one last strangled scream, launching himself at me, and Kai shot him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
I sat in the back of an SUV, a blanket around me, and I was…calm.
I shouldn’t have been calm, but I was.
When we landed, the authorities were en route. Kai’s men bundled me off the plane and had me in the SUV by the time anyone from the government showed up. The pilot had called in a distress signal. I still wasn’t sure what happened. We should’ve gone through customs. I’d been stressing about a passport at one point on the plane. But Kai had it covered. He seemed to have everything covered.
I figured they’d tell the police it had been self-defense. But Kai had on the guy’s jacket. He’d shot him in such close quarters that it could’ve also been argued as a self-inflicted shot to the head. A suicide.
Kai spoke to a police detective as the body was carried off the plane on a stretcher. No one took photographs or collected forensic evidence. It was wrong, but this was how the underbelly lived. And in some cases, thrived. Kai was thriving.
That man would be shuffled into a pile of paperwork. Maybe he would be mislabeled at the morgue. Maybe he’d be cremated sooner than normal.
Kai would make this go away.
He nodded to the detective, who put her notepad away. She spoke into her phone like a radio and moved past the stretcher into another vehicle. Kai talked to a few other men, some who had met us on the tarmac. They nodded and shook hands, and Kai turned toward the SUV.
A guard opened the door. Kai got inside, and as usual, it wasn’t long before the guards got in and our caravan of three vehicles departed.
Kai only glanced once at me before settling back in his seat, taking his phone out.
We didn’t talk until thirty minutes in, as our vehicles sped down the highway.
“You didn’t eat on the plane,” he said. “Are you hungry?”
My stomach dipped, but not because of that.
“You murdered him,” I said quietly.
He put his phone away and turned to face me. “If I let him live—”
“I know.” I just felt sad. “I heard. He didn’t deny.”
Neither of us mentioned that according to mafia law, the man should’ve been killed the first time. No exceptions. Kai had given him two. That was more than enough.
That’s how they thought in that world.
My stomach shifted. That world. I was becoming part of that world.
Kai might’ve dragged me over the line, but he had let go, and I’d stayed.
“Hey.”
I closed my eyes. I didn’t need to hear concern in his voice. I didn’t want to see it in his eyes either. If I did, I’d succumb. That was my pattern with Kai.
“We didn’t go through customs,” I said.
I caught his frown when I looked over. I kept my head down, the blanket bundled around me.
“We would’ve.” A second of silence. He was gauging me. “Because of the shooter, we landed in a different location.”
Still. Customs. I’d never snuck into a country where I didn’t have to produce a passport, even if it was a fake one. That was a constant we handled with the Network. We had customs agents on our side who let the fake passports go through. They were sympathetic to the cause. That wasn’t the case here.
“You had a passport for me?”
He dipped his head. “Yes.”
“As who?”
“As your cover.”
I spoke without thinking. “The Network would’ve known. I would’ve been flagged in an alert.”
Silence sat between us, so heavy.
My employers would’ve known I was with him willingly, that I was staying. I hadn’t thought about what they might be thinking, but now it was so clear it was like someone had grabbed my spine and ripped it out.
I would’ve never been a 411 operative again. I’d had my doubts already—but it was still my choice, my decision for when I had time to process it. But this would’ve taken it out of my hands. The Network would’ve expelled me the second my cover’s passport was used.
I would’ve lost everything: Blade. Carol. Even my stupid cover as Raven.
My mission in life. Where would that have gone?
Where is it going now? A voice laughed at me, mocking me.
I blinked, shoving down the turmoil. “How was that man even on the plane?”
“There’s a storage unit he hid in. It’s accessible to us if we had needed to