DAMON
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
NOW
Part of me feels bad for my brother.
He’s never loved anyone the way he loved Chloe, and for her to go ahead and do something like that knowing it would hurt him just tells me everything I always thought about her was correct.
But on the flip side, this is what he needed. He needed her to hurt him in a way she can’t come back from, and I should thank her for pushing him like she did because now I won’t have to kidnap her and my idiot brother.
Ronan vibrates next to me, his body full of barely contained anger and annoyance, but I don’t say anything. Mainly because when I did an hour ago, I got my head bitten off, and I need him to keep all that rage for when we grab Chloe.
We have a rough plan, but we might have to improvise if we don’t get the opportunity before we reach the city.
Chloe and the bodyguard only leave their room five minutes before checkout, and the stolen glances between the two of them just on the walk from their room to the car make me fucking sick.
But it pushes Ronan closer to the edge, which is exactly where he needs to be for us to pull this off. The angrier he is, the less likely he is to change his mind at the last minute.
Ryker climbs into the driver’s seat and waits until Chloe’s buckled in before starting the engine. Neither of them even bothered looking around when they stepped outside, which either means they’re stupid or they’re overly cocky, both of which work just fine for me.
While they’re distracted, Ronan slips out of my car and into his own, pulling out onto the road first.
The plan is to sandwich them between us and run them off the road.
If we catch them off guard, we should be able to get Chloe out and neutralize the bodyguard before he can get a shot off, but despite being able to find very little about him during my research, he must be highly trained to have been hired by Camilla and the Syndicate.
Everything hinges on them heading back to the city, because if she’s somehow convinced him to drive toward the border, we’re going to have to rethink how we play this.
I’m quickly reassured when Ryker turns toward the highway, and I wait twenty seconds before doing the same.
If he’s as good as I think he is, he’s going to clock us pretty quickly, but it won’t matter once we have them where we want them.
The highway is quiet at this time of the day, most people setting off toward the city early in the morning or late in the afternoon, which works perfectly for us.
For long miles we each keep our distance. Ronan is at least half a mile ahead of them, while I keep a little closer.
By now they almost certainly know we’re here, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he’s driving.
I check the navigation and force my shoulders to relax against the seat.
It’s almost go time.
And the sooner we get our hands on the woman that almost tore our family apart, the sooner we can get back to Miami and out of this ice-cold shithole.