I walk into the room. “She’s gone, and I think someone took her. Did you ever put the security app on your phone?”
Aiden lays down his tattoo gun, eyes wide. “What the fuck? Yeah, I did.” He pulls his phone from his pocket.
I stop next to him. “I need to see the last thirty minutes.”
He’s opening the app. “I knew they would find her.”
My blood freezes. “Who?” I demand.
He stops the app at the image of some strange man manhandling Bree—my Bree—out the door.
Aiden holds the phone up to me. “You don’t give testimony on the Mafia and just get away with it. I knew they would find her, I just hoped?—”
I shake my head, confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Aiden looks at me, dumbfounded. “What? How could you?—”
He’s cut off when Zach comes in the door. “Logan! Let’s go.” I know that tone, and I know not to question him. He’s always been determined, and he’s got that edge to him right now. He’s found out something.
I point at Aiden. “Send me that picture.”
I’m calling out my phone number to Aiden as I run out the door.
Zach is running to my truck. “Skyler drove my truck home. Come on, we gotta go. Wheels up in ten minutes.”
I get into the truck. “Ghost Team?”
He nods, and I start driving. “Zach, tell me what the fuck is going on. What do you know?”
Zach has one hand on the dash as I speed toward the facility. I look over at him. “Tell me everything you know about Bree. I have to find her.”
He blows out a breath. “The guys are tracking her. She’s in a plane, and we’re assuming they’re on their way to New York.”
“With who? Why did Aiden say something about the Mafia?”
My friend looks at me with pure pity, and that’s when I know how bad this is. “The Antonellis are the biggest crime family in New York. Come on, Lo, think. How many times have we?—”
I cut him off. “What? The Antonelli family? They have my Bree? What is this? Some kind of revenge?”
Zach shakes his head. “No. Well, yes, it is but not what you’re thinking. It’s revenge on Bree, not you. Bree is the one that brought them down.”
I gasp. The Antonellis are dangerous. They don’t care about anyone but themselves. Just knowingwhat I do about them makes me sick to my stomach. I spit out the words. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
He points at the airstrip in front of us. I see some of my friends that are retired and work at the rehabilitation center standing at the bottom of the stairs to the plane.
We jog from the truck over to them. Zach slaps hands with his brother-in-law, Davis. “Thanks for being here, brother.”
He nods. “Always.”
Elias is holding his laptop to his chest. Colter and Kanan are already walking up the stairs to the plane.
It’s not until we’re inside and the door is closed that I start to ramble. “Now tell me what the hell you’re talking about. What does Bree have to do with the Antonelli family?”
The guys all avoid my gaze, except for Zach. When he doesn’t say anything, I demand, “How do you know that Bree was on a plane that flew out of here?”
Zach lifts his chin. “At 2200, a plane landed here.Two minutes later, a car drove up, and the man forced a woman from the car onto the plane.”
Davis holds his phone out to me, and I see Bree, frightened, being pushed up the stairs of the plane. My hands clench to fists.
