"She went to the bathroom and disappeared. Looks like someone followed us here and saw an opportunity to take her."
Ronan snatched the phone out of my hand.
"You better fucking explain how and why you let that happen!"
I snatched it back and brought up Google Maps again.
"We're two minutes away. Meet us outside."
The cab driver put his foot down when I glared menacingly at him. Our brother stood waiting when we pulled up outside the terminal.
"I called Milo. He's trying to locate her now."
Oh fuck. Thea would find out we'd lost her sister again. Knowing her, she'd go nuclear.
"So, what's the plan?" We needed to get away from here. There were too many security people hovering with guns for my liking.
"Head back to the hotel and wait for Milo's update."
Declan looked like he'd aged 10 years in the last three days. Knowing him, he blamed himself. Frankly, I blamed him too. And judging by the murderous looks Ronan kept throwing in his direction, Ro was more than ready to kill him.
I clenched my fists in frustration. Fighting among ourselves wouldn't help Verity. We needed to pull together and work as a team. It was our only chance of finding her before anything bad happened.
"That's not a fucking plan! I'm not sitting in a fucking hotel room while my Pixie suffers."
Declan ignored the two of us, turning away to take a call. "Send me the map," he barked before waving Ash and Connor over.
"Milo thinks he's located her."
"Thank fuck for that." I huffed out a sigh of relief.
The sooner we rescued our girl, the sooner I could start making things right with her.
51
Verity
Awaft of diesel fumes had my stomach roiling the moment my consciousness came back online. Cold, unyielding metal pressed against my cheek. Beneath the stench of spilled fuel, I smelled laundry detergent.
Was this a van?
It had to be. A plane wouldn't carry laundry.
When I unglued my eyelids, day had turned to night. Not much punctuated the inky blackness around me, but occasional flashes of light high up told me there were windows at the rear of the van and the bumps and shuddering of an engine said we were driving down a road.
A track rather than a road, judging by the way the van jolted every few minutes.
My hands and feet were free. Whoever took me probably assumed I wouldn't be stupid enough to try leaping from a moving vehicle. Well, the joke was on them. I really was that stupid. Or rather, desperate.
What happened?
I remembered going to the bathroom while Declan took a call. He'd been acting like a jackass and I'd needed some space before we boarded the plane. Only a stranger had entered the bathroom and stuck me with a needle.
This was bad.
Really bad.
Kidnapping someone from an airport took serious planning, which meant whoever had taken me must have known where I was going to be.
