41. Nyah #2
He paused. “You will, Nyah Matish. You will. Because if you don’t, I might accidentally tell your husband-to-be all about the baby growing in your belly.
Which would be funny, wouldn’t it? Because he spent an awful lot of time bragging about the virgin pussy he was going to devour on your wedding night. ”
I froze.
MacGregor laughed again. “You’re surprised I know.”
All I could whisper was, “How?”
He clucked his tongue. “No need for you to worry about that. I have my sources. All you need to worry about right now is getting on that plane and saying thank you for the new phone I just gifted you. You’re no longer cut off from the world, Nyah.
You’re free to call your friends or use the internet. ”
“Or call my fiancé and tell him what you’ve done?”
“Maybe so. But then I’ll have to congratulate him on being a stepdaddy to your bastard child.” He paused. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl? I’d like to send him balloons, and I’m not sure if I should get blue or pink.”
My fingers trembled.
MacGregor’s voice turned serious. “Take the phone, Nyah.”
I nodded, suddenly sure there were cameras in this room somewhere and he was watching me through them. I moved toward the door, and he only confirmed it by whispering in my ear, “And the underwear.”
Luca and Lynx both rushed me as I left the interrogation room with my bag, MacGregor’s gift tucked inside it.
Lynx put a meaty arm around me, drawing me into his side and hustling me through the airport toward our gate without so much as a word. If he’d been mad at me, that was clearly over.
But it was Luca’s gaze I felt from head to toe. He eyed me the entire way with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher. I wasn’t sure if he was worried or annoyed or just relieved we were finally getting on the plane, and with only a few minutes to spare before our scheduled takeoff time.
An airport employee held a door open for us, and we crossed the tarmac with a warm breeze blowing around us.
Luca led the way to a plane that was nowhere near the size of a commercial plane but wasn’t exactly small either.
He climbed the stairs and greeted the captain and copilot by name, introducing me and Lynx to the cabin crew as well.
I barely heard any of it. I was so distracted by the gift-wrapped box in my bag and the fact Carlos had a mole amongst his people.
I became very aware of Lynx’s arm around me and pulled away.
He glanced down at me, his brow furrowed in confusion. “You okay?”
I didn’t say anything, just found a seat and sat in it.
This plane was nothing like a commercial plane or even the private planes I’d flown in with my father.
It was practically a house with wings. There were couches, a big TV, a table with chairs, and through a curtain, there was also clearly a bedroom, with a full-size bed neatly made with the same dark-blue silk Carlos had on his bed at home.
A clear-door refrigerator held a variety of bottled alcohol, water, and soda, and there was a kitchenette that was well stocked with snacks.
Luca flopped down on the couch, and the airhostess, Katrina, immediately started making him a glass filled with ice and bourbon.
She smiled at him. “Here you go, Mr. Guerra.”
He thanked her and motioned at Lynx. “Give him one too. A double. He’s been a ball of stress all day.”
Lynx shook his head. “I’m working.”
Luca waved off his protests. “There’s no one to protect her from up here. Have a drink.”
Lynx glanced at me, but I was too wrapped up in my own head to give him anything more than a nod.
Luca was right. Lynx couldn’t protect me from anyone on this plane.
He might as well indulge. We’d have to do another round of passport inspections once we got to the UK, so having him a little relaxed before then might be a good idea.
Katrina focused on me, a friendly smile on her face. “And for you, Miss Matish? I can get you anything you like.”
“Water, please,” I asked weakly.
I was glad Luca was too preoccupied by his own drink and settling into his seat to notice I hadn’t picked an alcoholic beverage.
Though I surely wanted one. My nerves were rattled, and that phone in my bag felt like it had set off the timer on a bomb.
“Katrina, where is my father?” Luca asked.
She blinked in surprise at him. “Oh, sir. I’m so sorry.
I didn’t realize the senior Mr. Guerra hadn’t notified you.
He decided to take an earlier flight. He and his bodyguards and I believe a new fighter have already left, at the request of Mr. MacGregor.
But please don’t worry. We’ll get you and your party to Scotland immediately.
It’s just the three of you plus the cabin crew.
Hopefully, you won’t have missed out on anything important. ”
Luca screwed up his face. “That sounds like bullshit.”
Katrina blinked. “I’m sorry?”
Luca waved a hand at her. “No, not you. I’m sure that’s what you were told.
I just don’t believe a word that comes out of my father’s mouth.
But clearly he didn’t want me knowing what he was doing, and that’s fine by me.
” He downed his drink in a single swallow and held it out to her. “Another, please.”
She was quick to oblige him.
The captain’s voice came over an intercom, advising us to put our seat belts on, and I was surprised to find all the cushy seats had them, neatly disguised within the leather cushions. I pulled mine over my lap and fastened it, then stared out the window until we were in the sky.
I pretended I didn’t feel Lynx’s worried looks.
Once we reached cruising altitude and the captain advised we could take our seat belts off, I did so and quickly made my way to the back of the plane, searching for the bathroom.
I opened the door and let out a squeak when a big body followed me in, and locked the door behind us.
“Lynx!” I recognized his scent and the feel of him immediately. “What the hell are you doing?”
He gazed around the space. “Giving thanks this bathroom is at least four times the size of a regular airplane bathroom.”
Which still didn’t make it big. Especially with a six-foot something man in it, who clearly spent a lot of time working out.
“That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing in here. Can’t I pee in peace?”
“Not until we talk.”
“Luca is going to think we’re having sex,” I hissed at him.
“Luca had three shots of tequila while you were in that interrogation room and is already on his second bourbon. The only thing he’s thinking about is where his next drink is coming from.”
I frowned at that. “Is he okay?”
“No!” Lynx exploded, losing patience with me. “He’s not okay! He was stressed as fuck when they took you away from us. So was I! What the hell happened in there, Nyah? You came out white as a fucking ghost. If they touched you…”
“They didn’t,” I assured him
“Then what did they want?”
Lynx seemed genuinely baffled by what had happened. Concern radiated off him.
But he was also one of the two people who knew I was pregnant. Him and Virginia.
Well, three now, because one of them had told MacGregor.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Was it you?”
He pulled back an inch. “Was it me what?”
“You who told MacGregor I was pregnant?”
He blinked. “What? No?” He stared at me. “Nyah, I haven’t told a soul about your pregnancy. Not even Reaper, and he’s my best friend. Fuck. I can’t believe you think I would rat you out like that.”