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They will come for us eventually, and with no passport, I have no idea how we are going to get out of this.

“What are we going to do?” I eventually ask.

Stace keeps driving and doesn’t answer.

“Did you hear me?” I repeat.

“Yeah, I heard you.” He thinks for a moment. “We can’t go anywhere undetected without passports. We need to be able to get around between countries or we can’t sell the diamonds.”

“I don’t care about the money.” I frown.

“I know, neither do I, but it will make it a lot easier to disappear forever.”

I turn back and stare out the front windscreen. “We shouldn’t even need to be thinking of this, Stace.” My eyes fill with tears. “We are good people. Why have we had to deal with such shit in our lives?”

He grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be alright.”

“H-how?” I stammer. “How is it going to be alright?” The tears are now running down my face. “You heard Vernon. He is threatening peoples lives if they help us. How the hell are we going to get out of here? We can’t catch planes. We have millions of dollars in diamonds in another country that we can’t get to.” I shake my head in disbelief at the situation we are in. “We will run out of money sooner or later. What then?” I ask. “What the hell are we going to do?” I cry.

He thinks for a moment with my hand still in his. “We have two choices.”

I watch him as he drives. “Which are?” I ask.

“We stay and try to get passports to disappear forever.” His eyes flick to me. “Or we run.”

I stare out the car front window as raindrops start to fall. “If we run.” I pause at just how final this feels. “We will always be running.”

“Yes,” he answers honestly. “That’s why we stay and sort this once and for all. I’m not spending our lives on the run. Fuck that.”

Nerves flutter around in my stomach at how angry he is. What’s he going to do if the next guy won’t give us passports?

We drive for ten minutes in silence.

His eyes glance between the road and me. “Prepare yourself. This could get ugly.”

His eyes meet mine and I know he is trying to give me an option to run.

“Stace, I want a life with you. A normal fucking life, not hiding and running, and being unable to hold a job or have children out of fear.”

His eyes watch me as he processes my words.

“We find fucking Wesley Snipes and we get the damn passports and get your mom and we get the hell out of America.”

He nods as he grips the steering wheel, his eyes staying on the road. “I’ve done something.”

What’s he talking about now? “Like what?” I frown.

“I don’t know if it will happen and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

“But?” I snap.

“I ordered a hit on Vikinos.”

My mouth drops open and I screw up my face. “How?”

“My friend works for the United States Government. I offered thirty million, fifteen million each to two snipers, if they could kill him.”

I watch him with my face filled with horror. What?