What should have happened in that bedroom, except some nasty dipshit had decided kidnapping was way more important than her getting laid by a superhot cowboy/Captain America soldier.
Rude. They were so damn rude. She could be in that big bed with Case Taggart giving her everything he’d promised. And he’d promised freaking crazy oral sex.
Assholes. She could be screaming out his name right now, but no. She was all hiding in her brother’s creepy sex watch box. She looked at the screen. It was switching between cameras. She could suddenly see the cabin. The stewardess had a gun aimed at Hutch’s head, Michael standing in the background, his hands moving as though he was pleading his case not to kill the hacker.
Fain wasn’t there. Damn it.
Case would never let her live that down. If she’d hired her own damn kidnapper, she would never hear the end of it. She was going to murder Ezra Fain. Maybe that would fix things. Maybe then Case wouldn’t feel the need to tell her brothers anything at all about this little misadventure. She could change the carpet and get rid of the bodies and no one would be any wiser. What her brothers didn’t know couldn’t possibly cause them to mess with her life.
Case. She caught sight of him moving down the hall. He was heading toward the back of the plane, likely to loop around and get a lay of the land, so to speak.
There were only three of them. The pilot was in the cockpit. She still hadn’t found Fain. She looked at the monitors, trying to figure out if there was a manual way to shift through them. She needed to find Fain’s hiding place.
Not that finding him would do Case any good. She had no way of telling him anything. She was utterly useless in here.
Would she have to watch him die? Would he die right here on screen and there was nothing she could do to stop it?
She forced herself to think. What could she do? Sitting and waiting was foreign to her existence.
The monitor shifted and she watched as the cockpit door came open. The pilot probably had them on autopilot now that his dick move had done its job. She pressed one of the buttons and managed to get the camera to stay on the main cabin. The pilot walked out, the gun in his hand pointing straight at Michael Malone. Hutch was down on his knees, his hands behind his head, but at least he seemed perfectly calm.
Michael looked stoic, as though he was simply waiting.
They both trusted Case. These men knew Case would get them all out of the situation.
The pilot frowned as the flight attendant gave him an answer he obviously didn’t like. He’d ditched the tie and jacket of his uniform and rolled up his sleeves, as though finally getting down to his real business. He picked up the small device rigged to go through the plane’s speaker system.
“Ms. Danvers, or should I call you Ms. Lawless?”
She winced. The safe room was tied into the communications system so she could hear him just fine.
She went by her adoptive parents’ name because the Lawless name could be dangerous. Because Drew had been planning revenge for twenty years and he didn’t want his enemies to see them coming. He wanted them to think the family had been broken. Even Riley and Bran used different last names. There were people who worked for 4L who had no idea they were related.
But this guy did.
“I think we’ll go with Lawless since we’re going to be such good friends. I bet these men think you’re a friend, too.”
Her stomach turned because she knew what was coming next.
Case was going to kill her.
“You have thirty seconds to get out here before Angela executes your friend. I’ll let you think about it for another thirty before I put a bullet through Mr. Malone’s head. Yes, I know who he is, too. I also know his father won’t ever play with my boss so he’s expendable. We’ll have to hope your brother is more flexible than David Malone. Your time starts now.”
Case had already lost his brother. He would be devastated to lose his team. Michael had a family who loved him. There would be a hole in the Malones if he died.
She couldn’t be the reason. There was too little time. She wasn’t sure if Case could get back to the front of the plane in thirty seconds.
She opened the door and walked out.
There was one role she could play. Sacrificial lamb.
Mia held her hands up and walked through the hall and into the cabin.
“Don’t hurt them. Please.”
Case cursed as the pilot came over the mic.
“You have thirty seconds to get out here before Angela executes your friend. I’ll let you think about it for another thirty before I put a bullet through Mr. Malone’s head. Yes, I know who he is, too. I also know his father won’t ever play with my boss so he’s expendable. We’ll have to hope your brother is more flexible than David Malone. Your time starts now.”