Page 160 of Anger

But I was so terrified about another life on the run that I believed this would all be over after they talked to Brinley and let her go.

Because of me, she fell for their bullshit, too, and agreed to drive to Georgia with Shane. I don’t understand how any of this happened. I just spoke with her yesterday, she sounded so happy, teasing Shane with the money he spent on her clothes and assuring me she was safe.

Who took her?

The governor?

Or someone else Damon hasn’t told me about because he’s the master of secrets, never giving up any information?

My anger meter hits red, and it feels like steam will erupt from my ears if I don’t relieve some of this pressure.

A uniformed man steps out of the cockpit and smiles professionally.

“Miss Hart and Mr. Cross, I just want to let you know we’re completing our flight checks now and will be taking off in a few minutes.”

Unable to help glaring at the man, I wonder why they can’t hurry the hell up.

Brinley’s in trouble. I need to get to her now.

But then my expression eases, and I give the man a half-hearted smile.

His shoulders relax.

“Thank you,” I say, not sure what the correct response is in these rich folk situations. Damon sure as hell isn’t saying anything to help out.

The man nods his head then pivots to return to the cockpit.

It’s not his fault. The man was just explaining the delay. He didn’t cause the situation, and he’s simply keeping us safe.

I spin the seat around to face Damon.

Because if anybody is to blame, it’s this jackass.

“I have questions.”

He rolls his eyes but keeps his voice low. “Don’t start this shit.”

“I’m not asking about your past, dickhead. I have more important people to worry about right now, so you’re going to answer my damn questions. Who took Brinley?”

“Her father,” Damon snaps. “And some other guy named Scott.”

Everything in me relaxes, a weight lifting off my chest so I can breathe again.

“Then she wasn’t abducted.”

Thank fuck her dad finally figured out what’s been going on. Brinley hasn’t told me much about him, but I know he used to own some security firm. He most likely found out she was in danger with these guys and rescued her.

It doesn’t matter that they still have me.

I’ll be fine.

Just as long as Brinley isn’t hurt because of the stupid decisions I’ve made.

“She’s safe,” I breathe out, relaxing against my seat.

Back to ignoring Damon, I spin my chair around and watch out the window as the plane speeds down the tarmac and the lifts into the air at a steep angle.

“Apparently, Scott works for the governor.”

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