Page 70 of Midnight Torment

“Somewhere in Europe so he can move across borders easily, especially via sea,” I replied.

“Agreed. Get your ass on a plane and we’ll work this shit out. Send me her tracker details and I’ll monitor the situation while you’re in the air.”

I started to sprint toward the gate we were supposed to be boarding together, crossing my fingers I still had time to make the flight. “I’m running through the airport. I’ll send you everything I have.”

I hung up and jumped over someone’s trolley they were dragging behind them, almost running into the wall when I reached our gate.

“We were just about to close the gate,” the air hostess said, running her gaze over me. I hated when people evaluated me on my looks, but today I was willing to use it to my advantage.

“Sorry, my wife and I had an argument. She decided to stay here with her relatives.” I flashed the smile that tended to make panties drop. She snatched my boarding card from my hand and scanned it. The covert look she gave me under her lashes stabbed guilt through me. The only woman I wanted to be here with was Megan.

“You better run,” she said. “I’ll see you onboard.”

I took my boarding pass back and made my way onto the plane. I’d upgraded us to first class on the way back as a surprise for Megan, and it had backfired. We flew coach on the way to South Africa so I wouldn’t draw attention to us.

When I was settled, I forwarded my schedule and the details of Megan’s tracker to Flynn.

Flynn:I’ll monitor her every hour or so and track their journey. You need me to contact the others?

He meant Xavier and Ash.

Me:No. I want them to think I don’t give a damn that they took her. If they have eyes on Z’s house, they’ll see them leaving.

Flynn:Good plan. We can use the company jet to travel since it’s registered to a racing team.

Me:Make sure you fill it with goodies.

Flynn:On it. I have kits stocked and ready for most occasions. I’ll put some aqua gear in since you think he’s on an island.

The captain started to make his announcement, so I pretended to pay attention.

Me:About to take off. I’ll keep my phone on, but I doubt they’ll be much reception.

Flynn:See you on the other side.

I tended to keep my life secret, and what most people didn’t know was that I met Flynn a few years ago on a mission for Lucas Black. He’d been locked in the cellar of a hit Lucas had sanctioned. That day, I had the choice to walk away and let him die a slow and painful death of starvation, or I could release him.

The enemy of my enemy was a powerful ally, and a friendship had been born. Flynn ran my clean-up company and enacted a little revenge along the way. We discovered a love of fast cars together and Midnight Racing was the result. It was one of the ways I relaxed and forgot my problems—high octane and a fast car.

I relaxed back and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. There was no way that would happen since Megan was out there without anyone to help her. My mind examined the problem from every angle. Dante had been working his way up my problem list and had gotten a fast pass to the top of it.

Part of me wanted the guys with me since we operated as a team, but I knew their absence would be noticed and I couldn't play my hand too soon. I needed to get to Megan without anyone even knowing I was there.

I pulled my phone out again and sent Flynn the location of my own specialist equipment box. Over the years, I had designed my own kit bag filled with gadgets that could get me out of most situations and into the majority if not every house.

The flight time was nearly twelve hours, and I knew that Megan was only about an hour ahead of me in the air. Depending on the plane they were using, they’d not be flying as fast or direct as a commercial flight.

An internal clock in my head counted down the time I had left. The air hostess appeared at my booth several times and I pretended to be asleep. The only woman I wanted to look at was several thousand miles away and had left a heavy lump in my chest.

I picked through a meal to give myself something to do and watched the tiny plane move across the screen, getting ever closer to London. I didn’t want to collect our baggage, but a warning screamed in my head that someone was on that flight watching my every move to report back. So I stood typing on my phone as if I didn’t have a care in the world while waiting at the carousel for our familiar bags to come around.

Flynn waited in the lobby, automatically taking one of the bags as we walked outside together.

“She landed in Marseille about half an hour ago, it’s either for a stop to refuel or they’ve reached their destination,” he said in a low tone.

I nodded, throwing my bag into the boot, and got into the passenger seat since Flynn never let anyone drive but him. “Are we packed?” I asked when all the doors were closed.

“Everything is on our plane. Do you need to pick anything else up?”

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