Page 91 of Stolen Sun

“No one fucks with me, Declan. It’s an easy money-maker for you,” he says.

“Didn’t think you gave a shit,” I snap at him.

He laughs. “If you get caught, I lose money. That wouldn’t help my end game.”

“And what’s that, Isaiah?”

He scoffs, obviously not willing to share.

“This has an expiration date,” I remind him.

“I know what we agreed. What are you going to do if Zander decides to stay in?” He asks.

Leah turns her head slightly at the mention of Zander.

“Zander can do what he wants, but Velocity is only giving you a year,” I clarify.

As soon as we land and pull into a hangar, Leah checks her phone. Veronica still hasn’t responded to her texts, but they’re showing delivered now. At least we know her phone is on. Isaiah calls her, but she sends him to voicemail.

“She’s bold now. She thinks she got away,” he says, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Chance, go find the Grant Holdings plane and search it,” I order.

I exit behind him to stretch and get some air. The heat and humidity make me think of hell, and I’m suddenly very fucking glad Noel wants to move to Tennessee. We’re crossing Florida off her travel list and won’t be back after this.

My phone rings.

“I need an address, G,” I groan into the phone.

“I’m sorry, boss. There’s nothing here connecting Grant to Miami.”

Ending the call, I put my phone back in my pocket and walk to the only hangar out here with light creeping through the cracks.

Chance pulls a gun on me when I open the door out of instinct and holsters it just as quickly when he recognizes my face. I follow his lead to the cargo door of the plane to see a man tied and gagged.

Thank fuck.

Grabbing the rope around his hands, I drag him out and back into the moonless night toward the open hangar I just came from.

His muffled shouts are loud enough to alert everyone else, so I don’t bother. Instead, I hang his hands over a fork lift and turn it on to lift him so that he’s dangling by the rope between his hands. By the time I’m finished raising him high enough for his feet to hover, Zander and Isaiah have joined me.

“Who’s this?” Zander asks.

Pulling my pocket knife out, I say, “Let’s fucking find out.”

Grabbing his left shoulder, I put all my weight on him to pull up. My knife slices his face as I cut the gag. Before I’m done, I can feel his shoulder dislocate. He tries to use his legs but doesn’t have the leverage to shake me. I grin, enjoying the sound of his pain.

I fall back to the ground with a thud and wipe the blood off my blade onto his pants.

“Fuck you!” He screams from above me.

Zander takes the phone out of his pocket and passes it to Isaiah. Then, he snatches down on the guy’s right leg suddenly. The fucker screams out almost immediately as his right shoulder dislocates from the angle and weight.

“Are you fucking crying?” I scoff, looking up at him.

“Who the fuck are you?” He asks between his groaning and moaning.

“I’m her husband and your worst fucking nightmare. Where did they take my wife?”

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