I help my woman cover up, jump out of the limo, and slap the smirking SOB on the back.
He leans in, grinning at my sex-mussed girl as she slips on her sandals. “Sorry, luv. I let you sleep as long as I dared.”
“No problem.” As she yawns, her hand reaches to me, and I pull her up to my chest.
“I know it’s asking a lot, but try not to embarrass her?”
Using two fingers, Lucky zips his mouth shut, then points at the airfield. “Me? Nah yeah. Won’t say a word. We do need to get a move on. I wouldn’t want ya to get left behind. You two lovebirds might kill some royal muckity-muck. Hell, I might just join ya.”
Sam wears my t-shirt and a pair of Navy sweats, two sizes too big. Her lips are swollen and her neck is marked in a couple places.
“Thanks for the wakeup call.” Rubbing her eyes, she gives Lucky a grin.
“No problem-o lovely lady.” He leads the way as I lace my fingers through Sam’s, loving how her cheeks blush as I pull her ear to my lips
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
“You are so full of shit, I’m a mess.”
Laughing, our blue shadows long, we make our way to the waiting jet. Once we’re inside, Sienna, waves from where she sits next to Andy.
Ha. Looks like me and Sam weren’t the only ones going at it last night. The two parents-to-be glow as they hold hands and make cow eyes. A pang of jealousy hits. The timing is never right to have a baby, according to my sister.
Hell, we can figure it out.
More toward the back, Jack, Grayson, and Slate swivel their chairs to face each other and talk quietly.
Once we’re in the air, I wander back, “Where’s Finn?”
“He and his team flew to China. Some diplomat’s kid went missing. He said to say goodbye and he’ll keep you and the guys in mind for his next extraction. Check this out.”
Slate points a clicker, and a monitor lights up with an aerial view of the scene from last night where about a dozen police vehicles line the street.
English subtitles translate for us. “Last night, extremists broke into the royal family’s beach house where friends attended a small gathering. Two guards died while apprehending terrorists who are currently being held for questioning.”
When Slate shuts off the monitor, Sam and Sienna’s mouths drop open.
Lucky shakes his head. “Bloody sacks of shit.”
Sienna, face red, stands. “What gives them the right to steal Americans, sell them, and lie about it?”
Andy pulls her back into his lap. “Calm down. Sweetheart. The baby…”
“It’s not right. What the hell?” She pouts while Sam, to my right clenches her teeth. Being former FBI, she understands politics, but still, it must chafe.
“No worries, sheilas.” Lucky glances over at them and winks. “Things have a way of getting evened out in the end. Know wot I mean, boys?”
Jack, me, and him share a look. Yeah, we may do a little traveling with some revenge in mind after we get a better picture of who all was involved.
“What about the trial? They dropped the charges, right?” Sam turns to Slate who drops his gaze.
She twists in her husband’s lap. “No way.”
“Honey, I got this. It’s just going to take time.” The poor guy interlaces his fingers with hers. “The Feds have enough evidence to convict Dahlyla of kidnapping, sex trafficking, and parole violations, to name a few. There’s a warrant out for her arrest.”
“Oh my God, she got away?” His pregnant wife turns green, searches for the bathroom, and dashes away with him on her tail.
Grayson, the guy funding this little expedition, clears his throat. “We’re doing everything we can to find her.”
