Russian Law (Law Series ) (Volume 1) by Camille Taylor Page A

jumping up from her seat. Lucas didn’t have to know the language
to recognize the four letter expletive.
    She
looked down at him and whispered, “SVR.”
    “Fuck,”
no time for niceties, he needed to get out of there now. “Look do you want to
find out what happened to Nikolai?”
    Elena’s
eyes widened, “Of course I do.”
    “Then
we’ll have to make a break for it.”
    Elena
gave him an ‘are you kidding?’ look. They were two storey’s up, that fact and
other things stood in her way. The SVR agent began pounding on the door,
repeating his warning. Lucas was quickly running out of time.
    “Are
you serious? I could lose my job if I ally myself with a wanted man. Not to
mention that Russian’s don’t exactly have a good reputation for treating
traitors.”
    He
understood her position and concern, she was stuck between a rock and a hard
place and he felt like an ass asking her for help. He knew he was desperate
enough to play the Nikolai card. “We know that someone is playing on both sides
within the agency.”
    Elena
nodded, her eyes going from her door then back to him. “A tip from a known
weapon’s dealer, that won’t stand. And not to mention you don’t have a name or
even a suspect.”
    Lucas
was beyond desperate. There was no one else that could help him. He was alone
in a foreign country, a wanted man and he didn’t speak the language. He was far
from home and in a shit load of trouble. It would take Jim weeks to get him out
alive – if he even survived the day which at the moment wasn’t looking too
promising.
    “Elena
please,” he implored. “I can’t do this myself. I need your help.”
    Her
brow furrowed and a look of surrender passed onto her face.
    “ Sraka ,”
she muttered under breath. He didn’t think he wanted to know what that meant
and didn’t ask. He had a feeling it was about him. He gave her a huge grin, her
eyes narrowed. He certainly wasn’t as charming as he thought or she was just
immune to his gift.
    Lucas
grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the window that overlooked the street.
Elena only had time to snatch up her purse from where she had dumped it earlier
before Lucas was pulling her with him across the room.
    Lucas
could hear the agent trying to break in. The door shuddering as the man’s
shoulder connected with the wood. He opened the window and gave a cursory look
out before turning to Elena.
    “Brace
yourself!”
    Elena’s
eyes widened, she was not looking happy. “Are you serious?”
    He
gave another look out the window and shrugged. “Don’t worry. I’m sure the snow
will break your fall.”
    I
hope.
    “Or
a leg,” Elena stated.
    Yeah
or a leg, he thought. She didn’t need to make it sound like this was something
he wanted to do, they had no other choice. He didn’t fancy spending twenty
to thirty in a Russian prison freezing his balls off.
    Elena
hiked up her skirt until it reached the top of her thighs, just long enough to
keep her modesty although she wasn’t concerned about that in their current
situation but it was nice to keep some sense of decorum and climbed through the
window onto the small ledge outside. Lucas followed shortly after and joined
her.
    “Ready
on three, one…”
    The
sound of snapping wood reverberated throughout the apartment. The SVR Agent had
obviously broken in, within seconds two more agents barged in with their guns
drawn. They certainly don’t mess around here. He wondered at what it would take
to provoke them into shooting, probably not a lot.
    Elena
grabbed his hand. “Three.”
    She
jumped taking Lucas with her, both landing on their backs in the snow. Lucas
was on his feet in seconds while Elena tested the mobility of her appendages.
He grabbed her hands and deftly pulled her to her feet. He kept hold of one of
her hands and started dragging her down the street before she could protest. He
could see more SVR vehicles approaching in the distance, as they drew near he
yanked Elena into a nearby alley and