Arthur gripped her hips even tighter, his fingers digging into her skin as he increased the pace. The only sounds in the quiet plane were the engine and the loud slap of his body against hers.
Back in Julian's penthouse, the mood was far from triumphant.
"The police have already filed the warehouse raid as a botched kidnapping rescue," Ethan told him.
Julian leaned against the cold marble of his kitchen island. "So Arthur has disappeared once more."
"I'm afraid so. He and Thorne were gone before our secondary team could even get close. By the time the dust settled, they were in the back of an ambulance and out of our reach."
"Why did the police come there in the first place?. That warehouse is marked as private property. Did we set off a silent alarm or something?"
Ethan shook his head.
"I doubt that," Ethan replied quickly. "The security logs are clean. They came with a purpose. It was a surgical strike."
