Page 70 of Beautiful Revenge

Four Days Later…

“I can’t believewe let her fly down yesterday,” Devon grumbles while driving.

I’m sitting in the passenger seat monitoring the GPS tracker we snuck onto Kelly and Chad’s vehicle at the first rest stop they made. We wanted to be able to hang back out of sight without risking the chance of losing them.

“She’s preparing everything. It made the most sense,” I remind him, and he growls some more.

“I hate being away from her. Especially when this is almost as bad as her taking her father out. She needs us,” he states, shaking his head and punching the steering wheel.

“She has us. She isn’t a scared sixteen-year-old girl anymore, Dev. She has no memories of her mother, so aside from knowing the bitch birthed her for that asshole’s pleasure, she has no grief and fear associated with her.”

He sighs. “I get that it makes sense, okay? I concede to that. But I really don’t want to be away from her. I fucking hate it.”

“We both do. This made the most sense, though. She can’t take a lot of time off work, so it’s easier for her to fly down and prep everything,” I remind him.

“Let’s just hope they’re done making stops. The second they reach the no service zone, remember to shoot that information off,” he states, and I have to hold in my sigh.

“I know the plan.” And I do. Judge Harris is in for a world of anger and pain when we send in the information. The text to Chad this morning included.

This way, when they look into the Winters, it will look like they fled. Because they did. But we’ve also set up a vehicle drop and switch in Harris’ name about an hour from the location in the text.

What the authorities won’t find is the email we sent with the address to a second safe house location., which is where Brie is waiting for us. No one will ever find Chad and Kelly Winters when we’re done with them.

“I know you do. I’m just trying to distract myself,” he tells me, and I nod.

“Okay. They’ve pulled over to ditch their car and grab the one Brie arranged yesterday.” God, her brilliance is such a turn on for me.

She arranged for a cheap car through a dummy email and paid cash using some of the money we stole from Kelly’s bank account before they drained it. They’re really making our jobs so much easier.

“Perfect. Means we’re almost back to the princess,” Devon says, smiling like the love-struck fool he is. Not that I can say anything because I’m right there with him.

I shake my head, smiling before dialling Brie.

“Hey, what’s the status?” she asks into the phone, sounding a little winded.

“They’re doing the vehicle swap now, so we’re about an hour out,” I tell her.

“Why are you out of breath, princess?” Dev questions.

“Just getting the kill shed finished. It’s a good walk from the cabin to it,” she states, taking a deep breath.

“How the hell are we going to get them out there, then?” my brother questions her, and she snorts.

“Don’t worry, baby. I have a wheelbarrow. Seeing as you didn’t use the drugs on the way here, we can stick them and wheel them out here like the trash they are,” she says cheerfully.

In the end, we decided to purchase this cabin under the shell corporation, so no one will even think to check in on it aside from us. It also means we can burn that shed without question. It’s pretty easy to purchase anything when you have the cash to do so. Money talks.

“You and that sassy mouth,” he growls, making her laugh.

“You can use it later if you’re a good boy,” she teases.

I can’t stop the bark of laughter that leaves me at his narrowing eyes. “You’re in trouble, Brie,” I tease.

“Trouble is my middle name,” she says sweetly.

“They’re back on the road with the new car now,” I say before Devon can say anything.

“Perfect. See you guys soon.” She hangs up the phone.

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