Chapter 463. Saved...

The mountains of Azerbaijan are splendid to view. Home to diverse natural phenomena, from the Caucasian Mountains, stately and tall, to the Caspian Sea, blue and salty, the country is a marvel of Mother Nature and a tourist’s delight. But at that moment in time, it was the scene of a dreadful encounter that was about to unfold to its disastrous crescendo.

But even above the sounds of the plane as it began to slip, moving down to meet the ground at an alarming speed, even over the frantic appeals being made by the pilot, seeking assistance, the Capo had known that his end was inevitable.

But Shah had stepped forward and said, his voice cold and controlled as ever.

‘Capo, give me your jacket.’

Philippe had met the passionate black eyes, the steady gaze of the man who had served Lucien Delano for years before he became a part of Philippe’s crew. He knew what the man was saying, even as the others scrambled to find life-saving equipment.

If anyone found Sha