***
All through the night, Aiden couldn’t sleep. He had boarded a flight straight to Portland as soon as he left the police station, and his mind was racing in a million different ways as he stared out the window of the jet and watched the dark clouds swoop by.
‘This is madness’, he thought as he looked around the plane at his men whom he had chosen to come with him. Axel was one of them, tucked away at the front of the plane with the pilot. The others were playing poker, and they had invited him to join them but he wasn’t interested. There were seven of them, including him, and he had chosen only those he knew would be able to hold their own in a fight.
Because there was no way in hell he expected this to end without a fight.
Luke was not a man he was going to underestimate. He knew
