She must have flown there, and that means we might be too late. My anger turns to anguish as I realize she may be dead before we can get there.
Killian calls Raven, and he sounds stunned as Kill explains everything.
“She took off to sacrifice herself for you. Jesus Christ.”
“We need a ride to the airport.” Kill says.
Raven is quick to respond.
“Of course. Meet me outside the house. I’ll call Bones and make sure you can use the plane. It’ll be faster than booking a commercial flight.”
They hang up, and we rush to get dressed and pack what we need.
As we walk out the door, Kill growls.
“I’m going to spank her ass so hard she won’t be able to sit on it for a month.”
Raven drivesus to the airport and stops on the tarmac. Glancing in his mirror, he says, “The others are on board waiting for us.”
I’m guessing by the others he means the brothers, which is fine with me as long as Kill and Bones can keep their cool.
“What is this- a three-hour flight?”
Raven shakes his head as he opens his door.
“Private flights are quicker, but still probably a good two hours.”
We get out of Raven’s Range Rover and quickly climb the stairs to the Boeing and nod to Bones and his brothers. My mind is still reeling over him having a jet. The mafia clearly pays well.
I spot Benji as we take our seats, and he asks, “Can I see the phone with the tracker?”
Killian hands it to him, and I’m slightly surprised that this man doesn’t appear to be judging us for tracking our woman. I wonder if their women have the same devices. I know Bianca must, otherwise Raven likely wouldn’t have had access to the devices he got for us.
He hands the phone back to Kill and types away on his own phone.
“She’s in a motel. Let’s hope she stays put.”
Bones shakes his head and lets out a small chuckle.
“Your girl is a pain in the ass.”
Then he shrugs with a long sigh.
“Although, if my wife thought I was in danger, she’d probably do the same thing.”
The flight takes off, and Reaper shakes his head.
“It’s a Bella move.”
They all laugh, and Psycho says, “It is. She nearly got herself killed, all for love. Let’s hope we make it to your girl before she gets herself in the same kind of danger.”
He twirls a knife in his hands, like he has done every time I’ve seen him. It’s a little weird, but I guess that’s his thing.
Kill keeps his eyes on the tracker, waiting to see if she moves. My normally calm and collected brother looks more like me today—ready to lose his mind at a moment’s notice.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
KNOX
