Free Her Sweet Liberation: Billionaire Secrets - Book Six by Drew Sinclair Page B

guarantee you safe passage out of the country or to wherever you want to go. Just as long as Mr. Hargrave is unharmed."
    Vasily scanned the open space and re-counted his men. He had eleven in total. Was this a bluff? It would take at least a SWAT team to take them out. All of his men had Russian military training. Whoever these people thought they were they would be in for a horrendous surprise if they dared to take him and his men on.
    "Okay." He said. "We open door and one person come in. You. No more. I want to see truck in front of door and I want see money. You bring money to me."
    "You open the door and let me see Hargrave. I will hold my weapon in one hand and carry the money in the other. The door will remain open where my people will cover me. Do you understand."
    "Just you. No weapon. Or Hargrave die. Very quickly."
    "And then all of your men die and we take you to a place where you will pray for death every day for the rest of your natural life. We aren't the police Vasily. We'll do whatever the fuck we want with you until we get bored and then hand you over to someone else who hates you even more than we do. If we can't find anyone then we'll bury you alive in a box and film your last hours of breath for your family to watch back in Russia."
    Vasily ran his fingers through his hair. If this was a bluff it was a good one, a daring one. Like something he himself would have come up within his younger days.
    But still it was a bluff. These were rich Americans, business people, not the mob. Respectable western business people did not bury people alive in boxes and film them choking to death.
    "No weapon." He shouted. "Or he die. End of fucking story."
    "Vasily." Dale said, as though speaking to a nervous employee. "Let me speak to him."
    Vasily put the phone on speaker and put it to Dale's mouth.
    "Ruben. Leave your weapon down. There's twelve of them--"
    Vasily punched Dale's head back and he grunted with pain. "No weapons." He shouted into the phone and then ended the call. He nodded to Piotr to go and open the door.
    All eleven men stood with Kalashnikovs and Uzi's at the ready. Vasily stepped behind Dale, pressed the blade into his throat and then watched as daylight streamed into the somber artificial light of the warehouse. One tall man, dressed from head to toe in body armor stood with his hands in the air.
    A chunky metallic suitcase lay at his feet, behind him was a truck and the silhouettes of several more people, all equally well equipped.
    Dale watched, waiting for the signal, whatever it would be, to hold his breath. Three red dots merged on Piotr's chest with another to his forehead. Vasily tightened his grip on Dale's chin and then shouted at Piotr in Russian. The twitching mob soldier stooped to pick up the bag but Ruben pushed him back.
    "Piotr take fucking bag or I cut fucking throat." Vasily shouted in desperate exasperation.
    Ruben stared at the mobster and then tapped his own forehead. Beams of red light instantly converged on Vasily's brow. He hissed a curse in Russian and then nodded to Ruben to come in. With his usual calm the master negotiator picked up the case and advanced into the room, the barrels of eleven weapons pointing straight at him. Looking around he saw a table in the middle of the space. He set the case down there and then looked at Vasily.
    "Ruben Mayweather." He said. "And you must be Vasily Petrov."
    "Show me fucking money." Vasily hissed, unnerved by Ruben's calm.
    Ruben nodded.
    "There's one million in the case. The other ninety-nine are in the truck. Come take a look."
    "Piotr." Vasily shouted. "Check case."
    Piotr slung his weapon around him and walked cautiously towards Ruben who stood back out of his way.
    "You open." Vasily said to Ruben who looked calmly back at him and smiled.
    "Whatever. As soon as you are happy we make the swap. Your men can take the money away and my people will retreat. Piotr and you can stay here with me and set Mr. Hargrave free. After that I