Page 2 of Maddog

She snorted, scowling at me over the video. “Dramatic much?”

“Holly --”

“No. You listen to me! Nothing’s going to happen. And if it does, I’ll deal. I don’t want or need your help, Jax.”

“You’re wrong there, baby. You need all my help you can get. But I’m telling you right now, if you don’t wait for me, when I find you, I will turn you over my knee and blister your bare ass until you don’t sit for a fuckin’ week.”

Oh, that got her attention. The resolution of the new phones Shotgun had gotten from Argent Tech recently was so great, I could actually see the sweat erupt on her brow. She sucked in a breath and her face and neck flushed a becoming pink. The pulse at her throat beat like mad. All of which, of course, meant pissed her the fuck off something fierce.

“Go find something to do and stay out of my life. Mm’k?” She gave me a saccharine smile before disconnecting the call again.

“I’m really gonna spank that little brat when I see her again.”

“Didn’t know you had a kid, Jax.” Loki clapped me on the back as he walked by. The grin on his grizzled face told me he was fully aware I didn’t actually have a kid.

“You know better.” I fell into step beside him as we made our way to the transport back to the States. We were headed home from a high-profile protection detail with ExFil. Thankfully, it had been an exceedingly boring assignment. I knew Holly had been planning something but hadn’t figured out what it was when the assignment came down. So, of course, she waited until I left before letting anyone know she was going.

“Hmm. Woman, then.”

“Isn’t it always?”

Loki appeared to think about that, giving it serious consideration. “You know. I think you might be right about that.”

There was a beat of silence before we both chuckled. Again, Loki clapped me on the back and we boarded the big troop carrier headed back to South Carolina and ExFil.

I strapped myself in and pulled out my phone. I shot a text to Shotgun, needing him to look into what the fuck was going on. If Shotgun wouldn’t help me, I’d take it to Holly’s daddy. No way Wrath approved of this or would allow it. I’m surprised El Diablo hadn’t put a stop to it because no way he didn’t know.

Me: What outfit is Holly going to Columbia with?

Shotgun: Holly’s going to Columbia?

Me: What she said.

There was a long pause before the dots signifying Shotgun’s reply appeared.

Shotgun: There’s a charter flying out of Miami International. Fifteen passengers, including one VIP. Looks like she’s a passenger.

Me: When’s it leave?

Shotgun: 6PM tonight.

The little witch had lied to me! Probably hadn’t expected I’d be thorough enough to actually check myself. She knew I was out of the country. She also knew how these tours worked and the timeline. Little hellion likely thought I’d wait until I got back to South Carolina. The flight was only ten hours, so when I landed I’d still have a couple of hours before she was supposed to leave.

Me: Find out if Wrath knows. Stop the fuckin’ plane.

Shotgun: On that already, but they already left. They were ready early and there was a window for them to depart.

I was truly going to beat her ass when I got to Holly. Right there in front of God and everyone. Her daddy’d have to get over it.

Me: Get details. I’ll talk to Samson and see if he’ll get El Diablo to approve transport to her.

Shotgun: He will. What would you do if he didn’t?

Me: Steal something and go get her myself.

Shotgun:?????????

Me: Smartass!

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