Page 69 of Midnight Torment

I returned to sipping my bottle of water since it gave me something to do and seemed to be helping the effects of the drugs in my system.

“You do realise that Jordan won’t take this little road trip very well,” I said in idle conversation. “He tends to get pissed when people pull stunts like this and upset him.”

The annoying woman laughed. “Dante always gets what he wants. You sitting here is evidence of that.”

“Me sitting here is evidence of a psychobitch with a needle. Dante didn’t seem to have the balls to come and face Jordan like a man. Cassandra will be so disappointed in her uncle.”

That drew both of their attention.

“Oh, didn’t you know before you abducted me?” I stole an asshole grin from Jordan to cover the terror clawing deep in my chest. “Cassandra is my best friend and Dante’s niece. I’m sure Jordan won’t take long in phoning her and telling her what’s happening.”

The woman gave the guy a weighted look before disappearing through the door at the back of the jet with her phone in her hand.

“You seem to know an awful lot of people,” he commented dryly. “And all of them seem to be significant to our boss. That either means you’re very lucky or damned.”

I leaned back. “I don’t have any illusions over the type of person I am, so I’d opt for the damned choice.”

He chuckled and took another sip from his whiskey. “You are not what I expected. The boss told me to pick up the girl Jordan had taken an interest in. I anticipated that you would be a spoilt socialite with a nasty attitude. You’re quite the opposite—even your accent isn’t the posh tone I had created in my head.”

I closed my eyes and rested my head back. “Not many orphanages have elocution lessons.”

“Indeed.” He returned to his silence and left me to my thoughts. Jordan was forefront in those as I knew he would be going mental right now. He had enough demons chasing him, he didn’t need any more.

Yet, tonight we both faced a new threat, and the ultimate terror raging inside me shouted that I wasn’t sure if we’d make it out of this alive.

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Chapter Twenty-Four

Jordan

Part of me knew this day would come, ever since the incidence in the hospital toilet. I had hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t and that there would be more time, but the last grain of sand had disappeared and all that I was left with was an emptiness that threatened to consume me.

They would expect me to panic and ring Xavier and Ash. Dante had been watching me, I’d already figured that out, and he was responsible for Grampa’s accident. So I needed to do what he would never expect, and right now all I had was the element of surprise and that discreet tracker in Megan’s shoulder and the backup in her wrist which I kissed every so often to reassure myself that it was there.

I lifted my phone to my ear and dialled the only other person I could rely on to protect my back.

“Hey, I thought you were on holiday. Don’t tell me you’re leaving a body count in another continent. I charge extra for that.”

“He’s taken Megan,” I replied.

“What the fuck?” Flynn almost screamed down the phone. “Who’s taken her?”

“Dante. We were flying home today, and she went into the toilet before boarding the flight. She’s gone.” Scorching hot bile burned the back of my throat as I said the words.

“Fuck!”

Yeah, that about summed it up. I trailed my fingers through my hair and stared out the window at the planes.

“You got a tracker on her?” Flynn demanded.

I know I lost the love of my life, and I was pretty sure they took her out in that cleaning trolley, but I wasn’t that fucking stupid. “Fuck off,” I snapped. “She’s travelling fast, so she’s already on a plane. I only activate it for a few seconds and turn it off again.”

“Good plan. Give me half an hour to grab my shit and I’ll be on the road. Where are we heading?”

“No fucking idea,” I conceded. “No one knows where Dante lives, so I’m going to have to wait until she stops moving.”

“Best guess?”

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