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Rhett couldn’t fault the team’s expertise as Travis laid out the plan. With five of them, they could cover both paths out of the hangar. Jenna had already spoken with the charter service and while the pilots continued working through the pre-flight checklist, the plane wasn’t going anywhere.

They had confirmation that Gallo was inside, but so far, no one had spotted Trina.

Luca could have her on board, or hidden in the rental car.

Thanks to Jenna’s intel and with the cooperation of the charter service, Logan had managed to get the uniform necessary to pose as part of the maintenance team.

“He’s going in,” Travis said through the radio. “Everyone sit tight.”

Rhett struggled with the direction, but Knox kept a heavy hand on his shoulder. They were sitting in a golf cart, watching from another hangar managed by the charter company.

“Let him work,” Knox murmured.

“She’s in there.”

“We need more intel. We don’t know if Gallo has weapons or?—”

Rhett wanted to shrug off his friend’s attempt to help. “He has Trina.”

“Take a breath,” Knox said. “Watch him work.”

Rhett tried, but he felt too far away, had too many what-ifs racing through his head. As Logan moved into the hangar, Gallo came around a corner, wheeling a suitcase. Rhett’s heart rate slowed. Everything playing out in front of him slowed.

“She’s in the plane,” he said, mostly to himself.

“We’ll know in a minute.”

But Rhett already knew. It was in the way Gallo glanced toward the charter, the way he kept himself between Logan and the steps. “I know now.”

He put the golf cart in motion and rolled closer to where Gallo was feeding Logan lies. Knox cussed him out, but he kept right on rolling until he was parked in front of the hangar. He walked toward the nearest trash can as if he was just doing his job.

Gallo’s arrogance showed itself. “No, no! You can’t leave that there!”

Rhett spun around and charged the bastard. Gallo hesitated, so certain he’d killed Rhett back on the beach. “No! You cannot be here!”

“Wrong again.” Rhett grabbed him by his shirt. “Where is she?”

Gallo struggled, breaking Rhett’s hold. He scrambled backward, only to run into Logan.

“Stand down,” Logan ordered. “Relax, man. We just have a few questions.”

Gallo held up his hands. “A misunderstanding.”

“You kidnapped my wife!” Rhett roared.

He threw a flurry of punches, light blows, just toying with the Italian. Gallo tried to counter, but Rhett had all the experience to back up his desperation.

Logan wisely stepped out of the fray.

“Where is she?”

“Who?”

The smirk was the last straw. Rhett rammed a fist into Gallo’s gut, doubling him over. He let him wheeze just long enough to stand up and then Rhettfinallypunched him square in the face, hearing the crunch of bone under his knuckles. Gallo dropped to the ground like a felled tree.

“Is he dead?” Knox asked.

“Alive,” Rhett shouted, leaping over the bastard and up the stairs into the plane. “Trina!”