Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 202770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1014(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 676(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1014(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 676(@300wpm)
“You bet your ass.”
“I’m coming back. Now.”
“We’re still not clear for takeoff. It might be a few hours.”
“Of course, it will,” I murmur.
We disconnect, and Smith walks into the bar with two additional men, clearly ready to handle Brody. I kneel in front of my brother who is now sitting against the wall, face tilted down. “Brother,” I say.
He forces his head up, a slow lift that he accents with a groan. “I am your brother,” he says. “Don’t forget that.”
Nothing about that statement sits well with me. “But that will not protect you if I find out you hurt Emma.”
“I—didn’t. I didn’t hurt Emma. Ass-hole.” He lowers his head.
I sit there a minute, shaken by his erratic behavior. No one who didn’t know him would think that he was the brain behind a chain of his own whiskey and cigar bars. No one would know how brilliant he is. And he is. Losing Hunter fucked with his head, beyond what is reasonable and expected. I hope like hell he didn’t lose his shit and hurt Emma. Because if he did, I’ll kill him. If he didn’t, then I need to rein him in and get him help.
I push to my feet and incline my chin at Smith, before Savage and I head to the door. We step outside into gusting winds that force us to linebacker it to the vehicle. Once we’re inside and on the road, the SUV shakes with the impact of more wind.
I told Emma I wouldn’t let her go, but it feels like the universe has its own ideas and is working against me.
Chapter one hundred ten
Jax
Two hours later, compliments of the wind, we’re still on the runway when Savage’s men report back on their meeting with Randall and Chance that went nowhere. Chance and Randall both, predictably, claimed worry for Emma and admitted nothing.
“What about York?” I ask Savage. “Is there any possible way—”
“We’re checking on him but no one who didn’t know that castle got past us.”
“Do you know how many employees we have and have had over the years?” I ask. “One of them could have been paid to help.”
“Our team is checking all angles, man,” he assures me. “More soon.” He stands up and walks away. I fight the urge to punch the wall but it’s not my plane, and that’s not me. I don’t punch walls. I’m in control. I need to be in control. Random acts of exaggerated emotion don’t help me or Emma. I force myself to deep breathe and calm my damn nerves.
At some point, I fall asleep on the plane. I know this only because I wake to sunlight peeking through the window and Savage nudging me awake. “We’re clear for takeoff.”
I glance at my watch. “Six in the damn morning? Really?”
“We were clear two hours ago; at which time, the engine light came on. And no, you can’t make this shit up.”
I scrub the rough stubble now present on my jaw. “I’m so damn glad I slept through that.”
“We found drugs in your brother’s car and we had a doctor come check him out. He’s fine but he overindulged in a dangerous way.”
“Drugs,” I murmur. “That explains a hell of a lot.”
“They change a person,” he says. “Brother needs rehab. To drive that point home, in a brief moment of questionable alertness, he rambled about Jill again and passed back out.”
“Have we talked to Jill?”
“Yes. She said she knew nothing which is bullshit. At the very least, she knows how badly Brody wanted Emma to leave. Which I know because Emma and I overheard the two of them talking. More soon.” He stands up. “I’ll let you rest. If we have the internet in the air we’re supposed to have, I’m going to be online, getting updates. I’ll wake you if I hear anything.”
I nod and he walks away.
The engine roars to life, and I quickly dial Emma’s phone again, only to get her voicemail. Next up is her brother. I’m thrown into his voicemail as well which pisses me off. I don’t care what time it is, if he’s sleeping like a baby while his sister is missing, he’s a waste of air.
I lean back in my seat and I type out a text message to Emma: I don’t even know if you will see this but I’m dying here without you. I miss you. I’m worried. I love you, Emma. I don’t even hesitate. I hit send but I don’t set my phone down. I hold onto it, waiting for the reply that doesn’t come. The plane lifts off, and my connection is lost but I refuse to believe that Emma is as well.
I’m going to find her.
And then I’m going to do as I promised. I’m not letting her go.
Chapter one hundred eleven