70. GRAYSON
70
GRAYSON
Walking away from Ivy was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. My throat swelled with the boulder inside of it, tears charring my eyes as I clenched my fists, forcing myself to not turn around and look at her, because if I did, I didn’t trust myself to not run into her arms and surrender to recklessness.
Especially now that I knew she was pregnant with my child. I had more to fight for than ever before and more reason than ever to try not to die doing it.
I had been over this plan countless times with Hunter, with the CIA director, and each time, we had come to the same conclusion; whether we liked it or not, this was, in fact, the best chance to take Vosch down.
And I was being honest with Ivy when I told her I did not intend to die. This wasn’t a suicide mission. If I wanted to do that, I would’ve worn a backpack full of explosives. My intention was to gain his trust, and just when he let his guard down, I would strike.
The problem was, he would be surrounded by his soldiers. And while we had come up with a few strategies to make my killing him more likely, the odds of my surviving were still abysmally low.
After I climbed into the sedan, I finally allowed myself one last look at the woman I loved. My chest cracked at the sight of her. She was trembling, shoulders shaking like she was crying so hard, she needed the support of Hunter’s strong arm to escort her. I watched her disappear as the CIA agent closed the door, and I watched the jet taxi to the runway and then take off safely into the sky.
Part one of getting Ivy, her family, and my family to the airport without Vosch’s detection was done. It involved a lot of vehicles scattering in different directions, thinning the heard of any men who might be trying to follow us, until we were confident we’d arrived at the airport with only the CIA and security.
And now, it was time for part two—to meet Vosch.