Page 38 of Love Thief

In moments, we’re pushing our way through the crowd. “Has she got one,” I say without preamble when Jonno answers on the first ring. “Is she in the air? Send me that fucking app.”

“Fuck you, and no. She’s at a private airport. Been there at least an hour. You’re just lucky I’m shit at doing as I’m told and kept checking up on her anyway. She told me I had to go to stalking rehab. I ignored her as usual.”

“Have you spoken to her? What the fuck’s going on?”

“Well, you’re in Vegas, so I thought you’d know. All she said was, ‘Are you getting me a plane or not?’ When I asked why, she hung up.”

It reminds me of James the night he asked me to come get him. I smile despite myself.

“Send me the location, I’ll get there. Can you call Tommy and tell him not to let her board anything?” I ask him.

“He won’t do that. If he’s taken her there, she must need to go. He’ll fetch her home,” Jonno states logically.

I spy Mick and grab him. “Let’s go, Mick. Jonno’s sending you the location.”

I hang up and Xan is pushing me out of the club as fast as we can get through the crowds. We go at warp speed to the airport, but as they won’t give me the app, I can’t see if she’s still there. I assume she is as Jonno hasn’t said otherwise.

“What do you think happened?” I ask Xan.

“I don’t fucking know, but those girls were acting weird. Have been since the wedding.”

“That was yesterday!” I exclaim.

James

why is mum at an airport? I can see her on my app. What have u done?

Fuck me!

Me

on way there, am sorting it

Bucky

u better

Fucking kids!

They’re worse than her brothers. I show Xan the texts and he laughs. “You are a dead man, from so many angles.”

James

hurry the fuck up, Dad. she’s moving

My heart rate is through the roof. We’re holding onto the oh shit handles in the car as Mick drives like a bat out of hell.

We pull up and see Kasey Becker, Hollywood A-lister, looking remarkably healthy. Last time I saw him, I was dragging him out of his pool at his famous New Year’s Eve party, half drowned and very pale. Although on second thoughts, maybe not that great, as he’s staggering towards the plane, zigzagging on the tarmac in front of us.

“Hey, my man, how the fuck are you?” He can hardly stand and is covered in glitter. “I’m off to England. Got myself a stowaway.” He points to the jet on the tarmac.

I can see Tommy just going up the steps so she must be already on board. She really is leaving me. Fucking nightmare woman. “Well, you’ve got a few more, now. Let’s go.”

“We don’t have our passports!” shouts Xander, the anxiety ringing in his voice.

“I’ve got them.” Mick’s calm voice breaks through the panic and chaos. “I went and got them after Tommy called when they left the hotel. He left them for me at the desk just in case.”

“I could kiss you, Mick. You are getting a big fat raise. Let’s go, Kasey.”

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