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and they’re armed to the teeth!”
    “Work your way to the backup point,” Grigori told them. After belatedly discovering that Flynn spoke Russian, he apparently wasn’t taking it for granted anymore that her father’s men didn’t. Which was good, because there were at least two of them that did speak Russian a lot more fluently than she did.
    Flynn was already army crawling in front of the pew, headed for the exit. Unfortunately, the heavy boots of their pursuers were headed in their direction. Her heart pounded as she anticipated the moment she’d get caught and dragged home. Then someone grabbed her leg. She swung around, prepared to fight, but it was Grigori. He pointed beneath the pews.
    “Scoot underneath,” he whispered. “Go out the front while I draw them back here. Meet me in the woods behind the church.”
    “Okay.”
    She didn’t argue, but she couldn’t imagine how he expected to escape. She was going to be a widow before she got her freedom, dammit!
    Twisting her body, she rolled onto her back and grabbed the underside of the pew. She scooted herself underneath and began working her way toward the church’s front entrance. She could hear Grigori as she maneuvered herself away from the action.
    Grigori shouted something in Russian, and then there was a crash. The pastor shrieked and began screaming obscenities at her father’s men. If the situation hadn’t been such a vital one, she would have laughed. As it was, she only needed to get two feet farther before she was home free.
    Laboriously using her arms to squeeze her body out from under the pews, she rolled to her tummy and lay still for a moment. She could hear nothing over the cacophony going on at the front of the church. Grigori was apparently an expert at diversionary tactics because there was no way anyone wouldn’t be drawn to whatever was happening.
    She didn’t see a nearby threat, so she got to her knees and then into a crouch. Using the pews as cover, she bolted toward the front doors of the church and out onto the porch. Unfortunately, she ran right into the arms of her father’s head security man, Teller.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Grigori held the plain wood podium like a battering ram and used it to cut a swath through the men attempting to take him down. He’d already knocked two of their guns right out of their hands, sending the weapons spinning uselessly across the room. Two men were lying senseless on the ground. He had bashed their heads together when the brawl began.
    “Grigori!” Anson called out. “Behind you!”
    Grigori spun around, letting his momentum pull the podium with him until the thing was whizzing through the air like a giant club. The impact of his weapon on the beefy security man sent a jolt up Grigori’s arm. His hand went numb. But it didn’t matter. Nothing did. These guys were trying to catch him alive for some reason. That couldn’t be a good thing.
    The man he hit flew backwards, flipping over a pew and knocking it sideways. The pastor shouted so loudly and in such a high pitched voice that Grigori’s eardrums crackled.
    “Stop!” the pastor cried. And the guy was actually crying. He dropped to the floor and covered his head with his arms. “This is a house of God ! You can’t fight in here!”
    “Sorry, Pastor,” Grigori said with a grunt as he knocked over yet another flunky. “These guys don’t seem to follow that rule.”
    “Get. Out! All of you, get out!” the pastor squawked.
    Grigori waved Anson on, hoping the man would follow Igor. He needed them outside to make sure that Flynn didn’t run into any trouble while she was attempting to escape out the front exit.
    A splinter from the podium worked its way into Grigori’s finger. Funny how that hurt far more than the scratch he’d received from the initial gunfire. Abruptly deciding he’d had enough, he took the podium and used it to clear a path to the door. He should have given the others plenty of time to get clear of