Page 131 of Hunt Me

And that just couldn’t happen.

With a half dozen vehicles following me, we made our way to the private airstrip. The location was one of several built and catering to the rich and famous. It was also staffed by few, making Connor’s abrupt disappearance that much easier.

As soon as I parked, I was out of the vehicle, rushing into the small manager’s office with my weapon drawn.

He threw his hands up, his eyes wide open from surprise.

“Connor O’Shaughnessy’s plane. Where the fuck is it?” He hesitated and I pressed the barrel to his forehead.

“Ggaaa. Gate two, but you better hurry. It’s getting ready to take off.” Shaking, he pointed out the window.

I backed away, following his line of sight before bursting from the building. “Runway two. Whatever happens, do not allow the goddamn plane to take off.”

Without looking back, I took off running, flying down the runway. In less than ten seconds, I could see the plane as it began rolling down the concrete. If the wheels got off the ground, there’d be no chance of stopping it. I had to be careful, fearing I’d injure or kill the beautiful woman, but there was no other choice.

I continued running toward the plane as it picked up speed. The bird was coming right for me. Planting my feet in the middle of the tarmac, I held my weapon above my head directed at the cockpit.

Within seconds, my brothers and every soldier had done the same. The pilot wasn’t slowing down. My pulse skittered out of control and I kept my eyes on the pilot. If he wanted to play a game of chicken, he should learn the rules.

Mine? Never back down.

We stood in solidarity together until the right moment.

Then we began firing.

The pilot tried to pull up only to slam the wheels down again.

Nothing happened at first, but as soon as the windshield shattered, the engine revved as the pilot’s body slumped. The fucker was still coming right for us.

Seconds later, gunshots could be heard. Someone had rushed into the cockpit yet was unable to get control. The plane veered off to the right just as my men and brothers scattered. As soon as it came to a halt, I rushed forward, thankful it was a small commuter plane.

Wasting no time, I threw open the door. The hard punch tossed me to the concrete, my body jarred, but I scrambled to my feet, throwing myself at the man holding the weapon.

Connor O’Shaughnessy.

I jumped onto the plane again, jamming my fist under his chin.

The gun went off just as I slammed him deeper into the airplane.

We tussled and I threw several punches, finally yanking the weapon away. He laughed and jogged back by a few feet.

“We finally meet,” he said as he laughed. “My father told me many things about you.”

“Yeah? Well, I heard nothing about you.” We did the dance, sizing each other up. I scanned the small airplane, finally catching sight of Bristol. She was being held by another man, the weapon pointed at her head.

There was no time to second guess what I was about to do. I shifted my aim, firing off two shots in rapid succession.

Her scream was short, cut off almost instantly, but the asshole had a death grip on her. As I’d seen her do before, she punchedhim in the face, using her foot to pummel him back against the plane’s hull.

Now my full attention was on Connor. His smile was wide as if this had been exactly what he’d planned.

“Do you really think you can stop what’s in motion?” he asked.

“Yes, I do. You’re not welcome in Vegas.”

“You’ll soon discover your empire is crumbling all around you. And we’ll be there to pick up the pieces.”

I laughed. “Better men have tried than you, Connor. Why don’t you ask your father how it turned out twenty-two years ago. Why kill Sergio?”