For the entire ride, Ferrari had me sit on his lap, whilst he embraced me from behind. Surprisingly enough, he was able to remain conscious despite all that bloodlust up until we arrived at our destination.
"Get away from the boss." The tall as shit guy snarled, as soon as the helicopter landed on the rooftop.
I got off his lap, allowing them take Ferrari's body away in the stretcher that awaited him outside.
By headcount, there were about four men and two women all wearing medical attire. And roughly about seven to nine guys who formed a tight wall around Ferrari.
I gasped inwardly.
"Russians." I muttered under my breath, confirming all shadow of doubt that he was in fact working with them.
"What are you doing sitting around for?! Come with me!" The bulky mother fucker spat at me.
I planned to nab a gun and stuff it in my clothes, but with the level of security in this place, getting pat down was inevitable.
