ALIEN ROMANCE: Ursa (Paranormal Science Fiction BBW Alpha Male Romance) by Katina Vader, Serena Vale

given her more than one night, she thought to herself. A lot more.
    She knew she should have gotten her period two weeks before, and she was never late. It was the kind of thing she would never had thought would happen to her, but the suspicion invaded her thoughts daily. She glanced around the plane again. And then there where the other rumors she had dug up. Rumors that said he had gone straight and narrow. Was trying to the right thing with his life, and break all ties with the mafia.
    But she wasn’t sure she believed it. Why else would he steal her security pass? Why else would he need access to senator Shields, and crooked politician that she herself had exposed? She moved to take a closer look at a shelf of photographs, but the insistent urge to use the bathroom inconveniently returned just then. There was still so much she could learn there. She knew she had at least twenty minutes before the guard returned from his clandestine smoke break.
    Chloe peeked behind her, seeing the bright green sign for the lavatory, and took a chance. Hastily, she crept back through the massive cabin and into the most spacious, well adorned airplane lavatory she had ever seen. She was used to flying business class, but still. She swept a hand over the giant marble countertop and gold fixtures. Hurriedly, she shut the door, berating herself for getting distracted.
    Chloe was just finishing up washing her hands when she heard the noise. It had her heart racing with panic in her fluttering chest. It was not a noise she wanted to hear. Several rough, male voices speaking in Russian suddenly filled the cabin of the plane. Her mind brought up all the things she had read about the Russian mafia, their cruelty, the viciousness. There was no way she should get out of the bathroom with out immediately being seen. She was trapped.
     
    Cramped in the dark space, Chloe shifted, trying to get more comfortable as she finally realized this might be the most dangerous situation she had ever gotten herself into. She cursed herself firmly before taking a deep, calming breath. After she had first heard the group of men board, things had gone from bad to worse in a hurry.
    She had been forced to cram herself in dark space under the cabinet. Luckily it was empty, and big enough for her, folded in on herself as she was. Shortly after, the worst thing that could have possibly happened, did. The roar of the jet engines bubbled to life, rattling her. And a few minutes later, they were taking off. She had braced herself against the small interior of the cabinet, trying to support herself as the plane threw itself into the air.
    Chloe had spent much of the trip swearing at herself, making promises that she would never do something so foolish again. At least the space under the cabinets were large enough to hide her. But after several hours her legs and back were starting to scream at her in discomfort.
    The flight seemed to last forever, and after the immediate threat of discovery passed, after seven hours still no one had discovered her, and she began to dose despite herself in her cramped hidey hole.
    She wasn’t sure when it was, she had lost all track of time, but the hushed voices had her ears pricking up sharply, mostly because it was one of the first conversations she had overheard in English.
    “…We have to do it now, Sergio. We have to get rid of him.”
    “But, sir, surely his still has some use–.”
    “You said he wants out?” This voice belonged to someone older, his voice roughened by years of cigarette smoke and age, although they both were thick with a Russian accent. “You know there is only one way out of the Bratva. ”
    Chloe’s stomach dropped at the hidden meaning of his words. Who were they talking about?
    “Sir, it won’t be easy. He’s rich, you know that, and is always surrounded by a security detail. It will be almost impossible to get him alone.”
    “Just do it, Sergio. He holds some delusion that you are friends. Figure