Page 89 of Thanking Her Brother's Best Friends

I hung up and checked Oliver's live location, hoping that Dave had, by some ridiculous turn of fate, not taken the watch off or thrown it away.

His specific coordinates appeared on the screen. I rushed to get my car keys.

I frowned for a second. Dave was headed in the direction of the Harbor Tunnel. Could he—was he fucking going to the airport with my son?

"Selene, what's going on?"

It didn't even matter what had just happened or failed to happen between us. Right now, all I needed was to get my son back.

"Where's your car?" I snapped.

"We'll get it right away."

"No, wait, don't bother. Who here can drive fast?"

Aiden came forward.

I tossed the car keys at him. "Dave has my son. Drive like your fucking life depends on it."

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AIDEN

The sky rumbled overhead.Rain in fucking June. Great.

"Why the fuck did you have to be so fucking mean to her?" Dom snapped at me as we ran through Selene's front door. She was shouting instructions to her bodyguards.

Biscuit looked like he was more than ready to kill someone. Hopefully, Dave.

"I'm sorry, okay?" I snarled back. I knew I'd blabbered too much back in the bedroom. None of the words made sense if I paused to think back on them. It was my fucking age-old defense mechanism telling me to save myself from the dreadedtalk.

"Fuck you."

I ignored Dom. He had reason enough to be mad at me, but all I wanted right now was to get Oliver home to his mom, safe and sound. The look on her face—fuck, I couldn't take it. How was he? Was he okay?

Fuck, the second I saw Dave, I'd launch myself like a grenade without a pin on him. I'd—

"Come on!" Selene shouted. "Hurry!"

We bundled into her Fortuner, and she fixed the tracking app on her phone to the front so we could trace Oliver's exact coordinates.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as adrenaline coursed through my veins.

The engine roared beneath the hood of Selene's Fortuner.

"Everybody hold on tight!" I shouted over the blaring sirens and pounding rain. "We're going to catch that bastard!"

With a flicker of determination in my eyes, I pressed my foot against the accelerator, urging the SUV forward.

The tires screeched in protest as we shot through the busy streets of East Boston, maneuvering through the labyrinth of cars.

"Dom, keep the police informed," I barked, my voice barely audible over the cacophony of the chase. "We need eyes on Dave's every move."

Dom's voice crackled through the noise, his words laced with urgency. "We're tracking him, Aiden. He's heading straight for Logan International Airport. He's desperate to escape."

My heart pounded in my chest as I deftly navigated the slick roads, my senses hyper-focused on every turn and intersection.

The neon lights of the city blurred into a vibrant tapestry as we sped past, leaving trails of determination in our wake.

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