There was a dull ache in her chest she couldn't explain. As the plane flew over the Atlantic Ocean, Eva bounced her leg with the engines roaring in her ears. Reagan was asleep, her exhaustion from the past several hours etched onto her face, and Eva couldn't blame her. Their captor was smart, sadistic, and planned for everything, even the steps they hadn't yet made. She was used to feeling off-kilter being in Hartford's presence, but this was something different.

It reminded her of when she was younger when Sam had gone out of town for three weeks. She felt the same ache when he was…Eva's eyes widened, and she clutched at her chest, hoping that the pain was just heartburn from the sheer number of peanuts she'd been eating and had absolutely nothing to do with Sam.

She couldn't lose him. Not after everything they'd been through.

Not Sam.


When the locks released, no one dared open the door. If they were right, the cops would be out there, and they would have to answer some questions they weren't ready to respond to. The media would be there, and that meant cameras. Thankfully, stairs went down beneath the home to a tunnel that would take them to the off-site garage Eva set up for emergencies such as that one. Since he was the last one to leave, Noah pressed a button on the far side of the wall that activated a failsafe should the door be opened from the outside. The failsafe meant that any DNA left behind would be eliminated by a particular chemical that would spray into the room.

But their "getaway" was marred by the massive blow they'd suffered, and if anyone noticed Santana walking ahead of them, the anger still pouring from her frame, then no one said anything. In fact, the entire group was silent, each one lost in their own world.

Taylor and Stone were planning on driving to the airport and buying the first ticket to Russia they could find. Xavier was racking his brain, trying to figure out why Hartford was taking them to Russia, and he knew he would have to call Sue, which meant telling her about their half-cocked plan. He was not looking forward to that discussion. Tina was mourning Sam, but she moved on quickly and focused on finding more information about Hartford. She would always feel some sort of sadness for Sam, but she learned some time ago that the longer you mourn the dead, the faster you join them.

The thoughts going through Quinn's mind were so indistinguishable that not even she knew what was going on. Brittany and Noah were wondering why they weren't fast enough, how they couldn't have seen it coming, and there was a suffocating amount of guilt leaking from their pores. However, it was the front of the group that was pretty much impossible to penetrate.

Santana was vibrating with every step. From behind, she seemed to be moping, but that was far from the truth. Reagan and Eva were usually the ones people were afraid of, and Santana appreciated the fact that they could take care of all the dirty work, but some idiot took her fiancée and her sister. She was planning, already thinking of calling her father and asking him for a little help in discovering everything she can about Hartford. She wouldn't beat the plane to whatever destination Hartford had in mind, but she would damn sure have her family together before the end of the next day, or there would be Hell to pay.


Reagan's head lulled to the side as the plane jostled in the air. She woke with a start, the pain around her wrists reminding her quickly of her situation, and she relaxed when soft fingers caressed her hand.

"We're okay," Eva whispered. "We're okay."

"You and I have different definitions of okay," she sighed.

"We're alive, and to me, that's more than what I can ask for at the moment."

Reagan nodded and stretched out the best she could. "I swear he's enjoying our state of undress just a little too much," she muttered, jerking her head at Rolan who was leering at their breasts.

"I know. But you're not going to like the plan I came up with."

Having predicted the plan long before Eva came to terms with it herself, Reagan simply nodded. At Eva's confused frown, Reagan chuckled under her breath and said, "I saw your mind working the moment he mentioned our destination. I knew you would eventually conclude that our best bet of making it out of this alive is to go along with whatever he has planned."

"If we don't come to them-

"Yeah, yeah, I know. They'll come to us. I told you I got it."

"You sound upset."

"I'm naked, handcuffed to my future sister in law, on a plane to Russia with a crazy orphan-turned-serial killer and instead of risking getting my head blown off in an escape attempt, I have to hope that the moment we land I'm not going to be sold into a trafficking ring. I'm not upset," Reagan huffed. "I'm fucking pissed but adjusting."

Eva shifted in her seat. "I won't let you get sold, Ray," she murmured.

"You don't have a choice, Eva."

Rolan, having realized they were awake and talking, walked over and started taunting them again, but Reagan wasn't paying him any attention at that point. She was too busy focusing on Eva's hand rubbing against hers, a form of comfort that was unwanted and unreciprocated at that moment.


"Where are we-

"The airport."

"But we won't even-

"Does it look or sound like I give two fucks about what you're about to say? If you're about to tell me that this is a bad idea-

"I was about to tell you that we won't even make the flight, Santana," Brittany huffed, waving her phone around. "The flight leaves in twenty minutes, and we're thirty minutes from the airport."

"Fuck that. There is at least one private jet at that hangar, and I am a perfectly good pilot to get us to Russia."

"No way," Quinn chimed in from the back seat. "Let Stone do it. Please. You're emotional-

"I'M EMOTIONAL BECAUSE YOU IDIOTS LET AN EVEN BIGGER IDIOT CONVINCE YOU THAT TRADING HER LIFE FOR MY SISTER'S WAS THE BEST OPTION WE HAD!" Santana screeched, nearly crashing the car as she turned around to yell at Quinn. "I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE FUCKING EMOTIONAL!"

Brittany gently grabbed Santana's shoulder and spun her around after having saved their lives by grabbing the wheel at the last minute.

"Okay, so, you're going to fly us all to Russia?" Tina asked, unfazed by the outburst.

"Yes. I do need a favor from you though."

"I already looked into connections between Rolan, Eva, and I even added her fathers into the mix just in case, but Leroy was a bust. Hiram, however, came up a lot in my research. Rolan, though good at covering his tracks, didn't bother making sure his allies did the same. Two names popped up, and they're both equally as dangerous."

Santana's grip tightened on the wheel. "Who are they?"

"Emile Cristal, a native of Portugal but operates out of Moscow full time, and-


"Petrov Bostitch?!" Reagan exclaimed. "You're selling her to that maniac?"

Eva was having a hard time breathing.

"He's not that bad," Rolan scoffed.

"NOT THAT BAD?!" Reagan shouted. "He sold his own children and kidnapped all three of his wives, two who moonlight as escorts for Russian politicians. I'm confused as to how a man who literally says he hates women, beats them in broad daylight, and sells his own seed for profit isn't THAT BAD!"

Eva covered her ears with her hands, the cuffs removed as Eva and Reagan made it clear they had no plans of escaping any time soon, and she was ignoring their shouting in favor of the frantic beating of her heart. Bostitch was supposed to be dead, a car bomb believed to have taken care of the sadistic, misogynistic bastard, but the rumors were wrong. Her father was wrong, and that alone told her all she needed to know about why Bostitch wanted to have her.

Hiram planted the bomb. She knew because she watched him make it with her Dad on the rare occasion that they were together as a family.

If the bomb really did fail, then Eva had no doubt in her mind that she was absolutely fucked the moment the plane touched down in Moscow.


"I'm sorry, can you repeat that please?" Stone asked.

"Steal the plane."

"Which plane? Surely not the plane that's about to take off?"

"Yep."

"Am I killing anyone?" Stone sighed, already pulling out his weapon.

"I don't care how you get them off the plane, just do it so we can get in the air."

"Yes, ma'am."

Taylor and Stone sprinted out onto the runway, guns hidden behind their backs, and they ran up the stairs just as the flight attendant was closing the door. She screamed, they pushed her back inside, and after two tense minutes, Stone waved them on. Santana ignored the concerned looks she was getting from Noah and Brittany and led the group onward. Their concern made no sense. She wasn't acting out of character.

It amazed her how little they knew of her relationship with Eva despite how long they'd been together. It was easy to see they thought she was with Eva out of love, which was true in a sense, but not the entire story. Santana was with Eva because of a shared desire to watch the world burn. She was just better at hiding it. Sure, she loved Eva with every fiber of her being, but what was love without a little chaos?


"What could your father have done to cause Bostitch to have such a grudge?" Reagan asked sharply.

Rolan was happily downing a bottle of champagne, singing at the top of his lungs, but Eva ignored him and Reagan in favor of continuing her inner panic.

"I'm talking to you, Krayevsky," Reagan growled. "What. The. Hell. Did. Your. Father-

"He tried to kill him," she hissed. She gestured widely and ran her hands down her face. "He put a fucking bomb under his car and set it off when Bostitch opened the door. I watched him make it, listened to him describe his target down to the birthmark on Bostitch's right thigh, and I waited up for him that night to come home. If he came home, it was a success. If he didn't, something went wrong. He came home that night, and we had dinner, and we watched a movie together. I'd forgotten about it until now."

"Why would your father try to kill him?"

"Bostitch," Eva paused and closed her eyes, "one of the women he sold into prostitution was a Krayevsky. Six months after she was kidnapped and sold, they found her body on the side of the road. She'd been raped, beaten, and nearly cut in half. It was a signature of Bostitch, and my father swore revenge. But, back then, they didn't go into a lot of details. It was kept to the bare minimum around me. Sue told me all of this not too long ago."

"But why hasn't he tried to get you before now?"

"I don't know," she sighed. "I don't think I want to know. All that matters is that he wants me now and if I don't find a way out of this shit, I'm dead by the end of the week."


Slamming the door behind her, Santana stomped to the back of the plane where she took a seat and glared at anyone who tried to make conversation with her. Stone was a massive dick, and she hated him for kicking her out of the cockpit, but he made perfect sense. Going too fast in a plane might get them unwanted attention, and since they were trying to fly under the radar, it would be best to pretend as if everything was normal for passengers onboard the 'Golden Eagle.'

"Why did you name this thing such a horrible name?" she grumbled.

The bound and gagged owner beside her jerked, his eyes telling her that he was saying some pretty unfriendly things behind the tie stuffed into his mouth, but she merely cocked her head.

"I'm sorry. What was that?"

More muted shouting and Santana allowed herself to smile. She relaxed in her seat as the plane finally got into the air, and a glint from the sunlight caught the side of her face. She frowned and looked down, seeing the wedding ring on the owner's finger, and irrational anger sprang forth in her chest. She had a diamond of her own nestled on her finger, and it felt a million times heavier than it did when she first put it on. With the seriousness of the situation around them, and the fear that Eva would die before she got a chance to save her, Santana's irrational anger transformed into bloodlust and she growled.

"If I were you, I would hope that by the end of this flight I don't snap your neck for the hell of it."

The owner's eyes widened, and a sarcastic chuckle left Santana's lips before she elbowed the side of his head, knocking him unconscious once more. She was unsurprised to find Brittany, Quinn, and Noah staring at her from the front of the plane, and Santana scowled.

"And if I were any of you," she said, "I would spend these next twelve hours hoping we make it in time because if we don't, you will quickly discover that my loyalty belongs to Eva and Eva alone."