Page 90 of Stolen Sun

“Let’s go,” I clip.

I shrug them off by stepping backward.

“We don’t have an address. The only thing we know is that she was put into Grant Holdings’ company jet just after sunset, and the flight plan was to a small airport outside of Miami. We need more information,” he counters.

“We’re leaving right fucking now, Chance. Get Isaiah. We can deal with the details after we land,” I order, my voice deadly calm.

Chance whistles loud enough to alert everyone inside that it’s time to move. Motion explodes around me as I walk to the Bentley. People are pouring out of my house to get into vehicles parked all over the yard. Isaiah gets into the passenger seat of his own car and cocks an eyebrow at me as Zander, Leah, and Chance climb into the backseat.

“Only because I know you can drive and have had a shit night, fucker,” Isaiah says, giving me permission to drive.

I scoff at him and turn the car around too fast, flinging Leah into Chance. Isaiah gives me directions to his private hangar while I push the gas pedal to find out what his car can do.

The clock on the dash reads 10:29 PM. She’s been gone for over twelve hours. Pushing the pedal down on the backside of a curve, I try to close the gap of time that’s been wasted on fucking logistics.

Fuck the logistics, and fuck the irony. I don’t want to be efficient, I want to get to her right the fuck now.

“Damn, I didn’t know it ate like this!” Isaiah scoots down in his seat, spreading his legs to keep from sliding in the curves.

If there’s one mother fucker who is ever down for almost dying, it’s him.

“You’re gonna make my fuckin dick hard, man!” He shouts.

“Why you gotta be weird, bro?” Zander calls out from behind me.

Isaiah laughs. “Alright, slow down. It’s the next left.” Isaiah points to the dimly lit hangars to our left.

We pull into the hangar and watch the pilot climb the stairs before getting out of the car. Isaiah walks up first, and Leah follows.

Zander and Chance wait with me for the other cars to pull in. Once everyone shows up, we decide who is flying with us and who needs to stay back to hit the other properties.

Chance pulls our clean up crew off to the side to talk to them before sending them up—we’ve kept them busy today. Zander tells two guys to get in the plane and sends the rest to each of the properties on the list Jessica provided.

I take the stairs two at a time into the plane with Zander and Chance behind me. Isaiah tells the pilot and flight attendant to roll, and we’re moving in no time.

Leah sits between Isaiah and the window. She’s wearing a sparkly top that barely covers her tits with a tiny skirt and thigh-high boots. She has her hair in pigtails and wears the black framed glasses like she had on the day I met her.

“It’s Nate’s baby,” I tell her.

It’s the only reason Grant would do something like this.

She turns her head to meet my stare.

“She was with multiple men since she secretly had her IUD removed. Without a DNA test, I wouldn’t bet on that.”

“She’s mine to deal with,” Isaiah interjects, and Leah cowers to look back out the window.

No one speaks again for a while. The flight attendant offered drinks, and most of us took water or an energy drink. Some of the guys doze off.

“We’ll start out with a small load of cigars,” Isaiah explains his plans for our new business deal.

“When?” I ask.

We might as well talk about it. At least it gives me something else to think about while I sit here.

“Next week. I’m expecting the delivery on Wednesday in New Orleans. Sometimes they’re early, sometimes they’re late. I’ll need a truck on standby near the area for my guy to call,” he says.

I nod.

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