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I take a deep breath to steady myself and drop his phone on the couch cushion before making quick work of changing into the dress with my broken heart heavy in my chest.
CHAPTER FIFTY
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The phone shatters the moment it hits the wall, pieces of plastic and metal falling to the ground a few feet from where we’re standing.
Storm’s brows are almost comically high, but he doesn’t say a word as he waits for me to update him. It wasn’t too long ago that Ayvah was stolen from him, so he understands the motions I’m going through better than most.
The only difference here is that Isla walked away herself. She wasn’t kidnapped or talked into leaving. No. She went because she thought it would be best for the people she loves.
But doesn’t she understand I would have gone to the end of the fucking earth to make her happy? That I would have gone with her to Boston to get them back?
“You okay?” he asks carefully, his gaze flicking to the plane we’re about to board, where Rayne is talking to the pilot.
“No,” I growl.
“Is Isla okay?”
“For now.”
He nods but doesn’t keep pressing me for answers as he leads me out onto the tarmac. I’ve been on the Saint James private jetmore than a few times, but this is the only time I’ve felt like my life depended on the flight.
What if something happens to her before I can get to Boston? What if Spade takes her? I should have installed the fucking tracker in her neck when I had the chance. But after the night at the club, we were so good. We found our new normal in one another.
Or at least I thought we did.
At the very least, I should have taken Everett’s advice and put trackers in all her shoes. It might sound stupid, but she’s never going to leave the apartment without footwear, is she?
I trudge up the stairs of the plane, not bothering to greet the staff on board before I collapse into the closest chair. I’m not usually one for niceties, but it’s never been more the case than right now.
Storm takes the seat across from me, and Rayne on the other side of the aisle, but no one speaks until after we’ve taken off.
“What did she say?” Storm finally asks.
I turn my glare from the window to him, but he’s one of the very few men who doesn’t shy away. “She just confirmed what we already know. She’s in Boston to try to get her dad and best friend back.”
He nods, running his fingers over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw. “Anything else?”
“They’re at The Vault, which we also pretty much assumed.”
He sighs and turns to Rayne, whose attention is on his phone. “When was the last time we saw Spade on the cameras?”
His dark eyes flick up to meet his brothers before dropping back to his phone. “Being in a group chat with Everett and Ace is fucking infuriating. I don’t understand half of what they’re saying, and the half I do understand is just them bickering.”
Storm groans and allows his head to hit the headrest. “I swear, running this family is going to be the death of me with the amount you all complain about each other.”
Normally the familial arguments would be the most amusing part of this flight, but all I can think is that we’re going to be too late. We’re still hours away from Boston, and once we land, we have to get into the city.
What if it’s too late?
What if we can’t save Isla?
What if Spade takes her and I never see her again?
The last words I said to her should have been ‘I love you.’ Will that forever be my greatest regret?
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
