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The white-haired man put his arm on his wife’s arm. “I’m sorry, young man. That plane took off ten minutes ago.”

“No!”

Liam stopped him mid-collapse. Patrick’s hands were on his knees as he sucked in hard lungfuls of air.

“We need to follow that plane immediately,” Liam said. “How fast is your plane?”

The man held his hands up, shooing them away. “Sorry, son, we’re about to leave for the Bahamas. It’s our anniversary.”

He and his wife turned and began to walk away. Trick straightened, rushing forward to pull the guy back by his collar. “That plane has my whole life on it. My fiancéehas been kidnapped. What will it take for you to fly us after it?” he asked, pointing to a sleek jet at the end of the hanger.

“Uh…” The man exchanged a frown with his wife.

“He’s serious,” Liam said. “We’re waiting for a few FBI agents to join us. How does ten thousand dollars sound as recompense? That would pay for a decent anniversary redo, wouldn’t it?”

The couple glanced at each other, the husband backing away.

“We’re here!” Trick turned to see Jason and Ethan running inside. He turned back to the old couple.

“Twenty thousand.”

Silence.

“Fifty.”

“Oh, well, I suppose we can talk to Harry about changing our flight plan,” the old woman said, poking her husband in his ribs.

“Please do it now.”

The old man shrugged, but he frowned as the two agents joined them. “Our plane can’t seat all of you. Two extra at the most. Plus, we’ll be heavy. That’ll slow us down, and it sounds like you are in a rush.”

“We can unload the luggage,” the wife chimed in.

“Is there another plane and pilot around here?” Jason asked.

“Come with me.” The wife hurried out of the hanger. Jason followed her.

Ethan turned to Liam. “You have to stay behind, too. Find another plane and follow us.”

His brother scowled. “What? Why?”

“Because I’m the one with the gun.”

Liam conceded with bad grace. “We’ll be right behind you,” he said, then pointed at Patrick. “Don’t let this one get his head blown off.”

They unloaded the luggage in record time. The old man frowned as his Burberry luggage hit the deck hard, but he didn’t complain. They were in the air a few minutes later.

Chapter 30

Tahlia distantly registered the sting of the slap across the face. Someone was trying to wake her up, and not gently.

She’d spent the flight trying to bribe Killian, pleading with him not to turn her over to her psycho family. Apparently, that failed. Her last memory was of him coming toward her with a syringe.

Groaning, Tahlia put her hands up to try and block the next blow. Her cousin Dante swore from somewhere above her. “It’s about time you woke up, you bitch.”

“Why did you wake her?” Uncle Lucas snapped. “It’s better if she’s out for the ceremony. Get everything ready. I have something to take care of.”

His heavy footsteps signaled he was leaving. More grumbled conversation between her cousins followed.

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