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I shook my head at him, desperately needing him to understand. I had to kill The Warden - Ihadto take him out of the game. “Listen to me.” The words were distorted as he growled, but I couldn’t pay any attention to him, not when Raquel stood before us looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Could we trust her?
After what we had just been through, I didn’t fucking know. Mack stopped moving beside me, and we both took Raquel in carefully. Her movements were erratic, and as her fingers dipped into her cross over bag, I tensed even further. If another person pulled a gun on me, I would lose it. There was a limit to how much I could take in one day. Watching her pull out a small notebook from her bag was almost an anticlimax, but I felt calm around Raquel, and it helped that The Warden had fingered her as someone dangerous because at least now I knew the opposite to be true. I was certain she was dangerous, but she wasn’t dangerousto us. She scribbled erratically against the paper before tearing it from the pad. “Here.” She shoved the paper into Mack’s hand, and while I couldn’t see what she had written, I saw Mack nod in understanding, and I trusted him.I fucking trusted him. “You can’t be doing this here,” her gaze bore into Mack’s, and I shoved down the jealous urge to stand between them. Regardless of how tense the situation was, I knew that Raquel wasn’t looking to jump Mack. “We leave at five am tomorrow sharp, be there if you need to.”
Holy fuck. Was Raquel offering us a getaway ride?
She pushed past us without saying a word, and that was our cue, Mack and I worked in unison, my arm slid through his as we made our escape.
“I need to phone Da and tell him to get him, Ma, and Patrick into a safe house.” I nodded once.
“Johnny will help if we ask him.” Mack’s jaw tightened at the mention of Johnny, but he didn’t flat out disagree either.
In the end, Raquel gave us an escape plan, and while I wasn’t certain what we were getting into, I knew that we couldn’t staytherewith The Society. We had warned Mack’s family, blown off Benson SinClaire, and spent the night near an airstrip as we waited to board the jet at an appropriate goddamn time. I wanted to speed the clock down or simply pause the damn thing because sitting in limbo like this was excruciating.
Mack and I moved quickly in the darkness of the early morning, certain that we were the first ones to board.
It could be a trap. The thought thrummed in my mind as we climbed the metal staircase attached to the private jet.
“God fucking dammit.” A male voice echoed loudly in the plane, and I stepped inside with Mack trailing close behind. I edged forward warily, fearful of any more unexpected attacks thrown in our direction. It didn’t take long to identify the culprit as I spotted O’Grady squeezing his large frame out of the airplane bathroom. His gaze landed on us and I watched him scrutinize us both.
“Who sent you?” The normally jovial guy spoke carefully, measuring us. But I didn’t have fucking time for this. I just wanted to leave this place - get somewhere safe and figure out our next move.
“Raquel.” I answered blandly, seating myself in one of the comfy leather seats. O’Grady kept his gaze on me for a moment longer before finally deeming me a non-threat. I watched as he walked to the back of the plane, entering what looked like a private bedroom. Because of course the plane had a bedroom. I was also pretty sure that he had someone else in there, and I hoped to fucking God that this plane wasn’t O’Grady’s hookup pad. Mack moved into the seat next to me, his knee pressing against mine, and I took comfort in the fact that I wasn’t alone - that no matter what happened, he and I were in this together.
The sound of footsteps clanging alerted us all to the newcomers, and O’Grady slipped fluidly out of the private room and marched to the front of the plane. I heard the two of them giggle, the sound of a sigh carrying inside the plane, and I wondered who Raquel had brought with her - who else stood against The Society and what they stood for.
The sound of her tripping up the stairs had me pausing - questioning if the person she was with was friend or foe. But when we heard the sound of a gun, O’Grady trained his own firearm on the door, and Mack shoved me over him, using his body to shield me from whatever lay outside. A second shot hit the plane, and I watched Raquel’s tiny frame lug Josh’s body inside. “Close the doors!” Her scream was desperate, and Mack was already moving towards her to help. “Close the fucking doors!”
O’Grady was nowhere to be seen and the plane was moving, and I vaguely remember someone saying that he was also a trained pilot.
“No!” Raquel stared down at Josh, heartbreak vibrating through her entire body. “No!” She screamed.
“Move over,” Mack ordered her away as he started checking Josh’s vitals, pulling a series of instruments from his bag that he had stolen from Doctor Oswaldo’s rooms.
