Chapter nineteen
Unable to do anything except watch Ferrante and his thug drive away with his woman—because, yeah, he couldn’t imagine his life without her—Jayson fought his rising panic.
Running past the garage and down to the road, his eyes narrowed as the SUV with Ferrante and Sabrina drove further and further away.
“Murph, get over here,” Brandon barked into his comms. “Fast! We have to catch Ferrante!”
“Fuck!” Feeling utterly helpless, Jayson’s shoulders slumped. He didn’t see any other cars around they could boost. They had to wait for Wes. “We’re going to lose them.” His voice caught. Because if they lost her…
“No, we’re not,” Lex said, entirely too confident given the circumstances. Everyone looked at him, and he nodded his head toward the rear yard. “We’ve got a Bell 429 GlobalRanger with room for seven. Who’s coming?”
The helo. Jayson had forgotten all about it.
We still have a chance.
“I fucking love you, Battle!” Jayson exclaimed.
“Sorry, Knight. I only prefer the ladies. But you can pay me back later.” Lex smirked. “Now, let’s go get your girl.”
“You guys, go! Murph and I will catch up,” Corey said.
Jayson took off alongside Lex, Brand and Chaz right behind them. When they reached the helo, everyone climbed inside and buckled up. Lex sat down in the pilot’s seat and began the main engine start sequence. Jayson watched him flip switches and check instruments. It wasn’t long before the engine rumbled to life.
“It finally pays to have a pilot for a friend,” Chaz teased.
“I cart your ungrateful asses all over the fucking globe, Madden,” Lex retorted. “It’s about time you dillholes show this Top Gun graduate some respect.”
“Get us to Sabrina, and you’ve got all my respect and then some,” Jayson stated.
“I hate to be a downer,” Brand interrupted, “but what the fuck is our plan? Chase them down and then what? Open fire? This isn’t exactly the best scenario for Plan B.”
The helicopter lifted up off the ground and flew forward. “Better figure it out fast, boys,” Lex said. “Because it won’t take me long to catch up.”
Jayson shrugged off his backpack, unzipped it and pulled out a coil of rope. “I’ve got an idea.” He knotted one end of the rope, hooked a carabiner to it, then attached it to his belt.
“I don’t think I’m going to like this idea,” Brand deadpanned.
“As soon as we reach them, get us as close as possible, Battle. I’m going to climb out and take out Ferrante.”
“And then what?” Brand demanded.
“Disable the driver and take over the SUV.”
“What’s the rope for?” Chaz asked with a frown.
“In case I fall.” Jayson shrugged. “Hopefully, we won’t even need it.”
“Christ.” Brand raked a hand through his hair. “This has to be the worst plan I’ve ever heard.”
“You got a better idea?” Jayson countered.
Brand glanced down at the carabiner and rope. “Nope. Make sure that’s secure.”
“Roger.”
“There they are,” Lex called out. “Get into position, boys.”
The helo swooped forward and down, zooming up on the SUV. Jayson tugged at the rope then handed the opposite end to Brand. “Don’t let me die, okay?”
