Page 56 of Abigail's King

Chapter Twenty-Five

Kye

Iwas watching everything unfold below me. Mateus had told me that the police hadn’t long turned up and had immediately had to pull out their guns, as Bianca had a weapon in her hand. Part of me was thankful that, as yet, she hadn’t used it. But I knew that could all change in an instant.

“I think you should both head downstairs into one of the departure lounges. That way you will be able to get to Miss Goddard easily once the police have everything under control.”

I was ready to follow the security guard immediately. But over to my side, I could see my brother was concerned. I saw that he was hesitating, probably worried that if I got too close, I would completely lose it again. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“I’m not going to lose it or have a panic attack again. I promise you. I am totally in control of my feelings now. I can already see the worst down there with Bianca having a weapon. Things couldn’t get much worse than that, now, could they?”

I could see him thinking about what I said. If I told the truth, I knew they could get a whole lot worse. Currently, Abigail was nowhere in sight. Already safely placed on the plane. The issue that Mateus was worrying about was if she was to appear and Bianca turned the gun on her. I knew there was a risk of this happening, and deep down, it scared the shit out of me. I just had to trust the police and the marksman that I had already seen on the roof of the airport to do their job and keep my Bonita safe. He continued to stand there in silence, pondering our next move. I knew that if he said we were staying here, that was exactly where we were going to be. After a short while, he spoke.

“Alright. But the minute things appear that they could go wrong, we are out of there and away from the situation. I won’t be able to control you if something goes wrong. I know that.”

I gave Mateus a nod in acknowledgment. He knew me better than I thought. I knew I could be a handful at the best of times, but when it came to Bonita, there would be nothing and no one that could hold me back. We followed the security guard out of the room and through another set of corridors and stairs until we were in one of the departure lounges. I looked through all of the glass partitions and noticed that they were all empty. The police had obviously cleared the area so there were no added distractions or obstacles that could get in the way. I had already noticed that the smoking area had been closed, stopping all tourists and passengers from watching the situation unfold in the line of danger.

As we stood there watching the police speaking to Bianca. I saw two figures appear at the door of the plane. It was then I truly realised why Mateus had been cautious about us coming down here. Standing at the top of the steps, I could see a man, who I assumed to be the pilot. However, it wasn’t him that really caught my attention. No, it was the gorgeous woman by his side that I saw. My Bonita.

I could feel the anxiety already starting to build as they both walked down the steps. My palms were sweaty as I held my hands in a fist by my side, trying to keep myself calm. I knew if I showed a sign of losing it that Mateus would drag me out of here in a moment if he had to. I slowly took breaths to keep my breathing regulated and didn’t say a word. As they approached Bianca, and got closer to our position, I could see that Abigail appeared unharmed.

My anxiety though was about to go through the roof when they arrived next to Bianca and she pulled Abigail into her side and placed the gun at her head. My immediate reaction was to go running out there and take Bianca out. I knew it would be a risk, but it was one I knew I might have to take. I went to move, but immediately felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t need to look around to know who it was. Always the one to sense a problem before it arose, Mateus was there as I turned my head.

“I’m fine. I’m not losing it.”

Well, at that moment, I was fine, but that changed in an instant as I saw Abigail trying to get away from Bianca and receiving a blow to the face. Mateus immediately placed his arms around me to stop me from flying out of the departure lounge and onto the tarmac. Not that I would have gotten very far. The door to the outside was disabled, so I would have been going through plate glass to get out.

I would have tried it, though, if it weren’t for him. My body was tensing up as the anger started to build inside me. She had hit my Bonita, and with the butt of a gun. How dare she touch he? She had no right to walk on the same path as Abigail, especially after all she had done for Bianca. I wasn’t sure if Mateus’s hold on me was getting tighter or if my body was just becoming tenser.

“Ricardo, do I have to remove you from the situation?”

We had returned to my given name, which meant I was either in trouble or Mateus wanted me to take things seriously. I assumed it was that he wanted me to take his words seriously. I took a deep breath and relaxed slightly in his hold. I knew I had to put my trust in the men that were out there. I wasn’t a mercenary anymore, and I didn’t have a gun with me. There really wasn’t anything I could do but stand, watch, and hope.

“No, Mateus. I’m good now. I just lost it for a second.”

Mateus stood there for a moment, holding me. Then he relaxed his own hold and stood there for a moment. I didn’t move, hoping he would let me go. I wasn’t going to make a run for it. There was no point. I looked on as the man appeared in the plane doorway and walked back down the steps towards Bianca and Abigail. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was obvious words were being exchanged. It didn’t escape my notice how carefully he took Abigail’s arm. Could it be that he was in the same situation I had been in all those years ago with Sienna? Should I hope that he was just a pawn in Bianca’s game and that he really did not want to hurt or take Abigail?

I hated that I was just a bystander in the situation. I wanted to be out there, helping with the negotiations. I wanted to be the one keeping Abigail calm, helping her through the clusterfuck that was going on around her. I was just holding on to the thread of sanity in my head. The enormity of the situation was keeping the darkness at bay. I longed for the darkness to surround me, though. For once, it would be welcomed with open arms. As a mercenary, it stopped me from rational thinking and allowed me to focus on the job at hand. With my mind in the darkness, I didn’t think. I just acted. I didn’t have time to consider emotions, either my mark’s or my own. I never worried about what the consequences could be. Whether innocent people would get hurt. Yes, it was a callous existence, but it was the way it had to be back then.

I looked on as Bianca headed backwards up the steps with Abigail and the pilot as a shield in front of her. The anger I was feeling manifested itself in the form of clenched hands at the side of my body. Bianca was a coward, using at least one innocent person as a shield from the police. As they moved inside the plane and out of site, the panic inside of me grew and nausea started to build. At any moment, the plane could start and head off into the distance. I wasn’t sure how far away the tracker would work. As if sensing my worry, Mateus spoke.

“We can track her anywhere in the world. If the plane takes off, we will know where it lands. The battery life is for a good few weeks, so we will have time to get to her.”

His words should have brought me some comfort, but they didn’t. They only raised more questions. What if they found it and destroyed it? Or sent it to another part of the world? There were too many things that could go wrong. The police here needed to stop it immediately before we got to that point.

It was at that exact moment I saw the police doing just that. They were all heading towards the plane to stop it from taking off. I could see them struggling to keep the door open. Then we heard it.

A gunshot, with a second in quick succession. I felt my stomach drop as the police headed onto the plane. My legs and body started to shake, and my heartrate and breathing increased. I needed to be there. I needed to find out what had happened to my Bonita. Sensing that my legs were about to give way on me at any moment, I felt two arms come around my body, holding me up and guiding me over to a seat. He carefully helped me down and then knelt in front of me.

“I’m sure she will be okay, Kye.”

I sat there staring at my brother in front of me. How could he be so sure? The second shot may have been aimed at Bianca, but I was sure that the first one would have been aimed at Abigail. There was no way that Bianca was going to let Abigail leave here unless they were both alive.

“Can you see if you can find out what’s happening?”

I heard Mateus talking to one of the security guards, but I couldn’t move. I was like a zombie, void of all emotions and feelings. Just sat there staring out into space, feeling nothing at all. It was the strangest sensation I had ever had. There was no change in my breathing, and my heartrate was normal. I should have been freaking out about the possibility of losing yet another woman I loved, but this time to a bullet and not another man. But there was nothing. I didn’t hear the conversation that was going on next to me, the catatonic state of shock quickly setting in. It wasn’t until I felt myself being shaken and Mateus shouting my name next to me that I started to snap out of my daze.

“Kye…RICARDO! Abigail is fine. It was Bianca that was shot by the police. Abigail…is…fine.”

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