Enzo growls when he realizes.
“I’m sure you can ask someone to swap with you, but these were the only seats left,” Beckett says. He jumps out of the truck, and we follow.
Everyone stares at us in the small airport, our attire making us stick out way too much in the crowd of flannel, jeans, and boots.
Enzo tries to lean into our appearance, slinging his arm over my shoulder and kissing me often so that it appears we are headed to our wedding or honeymoon. Instead of running for our lives. We don’t need anyone gossiping about us and making it easier for Felix to find us.
We board the plane, and before we even get to the seats, Beckett has already convinced people to move seats so Enzo and I can sit together.
“Thank you,” I mouth to Beckett, who is sitting a few rows back before I take my seat.
Beckett gives me a curt nod in return.
“See? Becket is trying,” I say to Enzo.
Enzo just grunts and takes his seat next to me in the small plane.
I sigh and grip Enzo’s hand as the plane takes off. Step one went off without a hitch. No Felix or his men in sight. I just hope the next step goes just as smoothly.
I place my other hand over my stomach as the babies start kicking again. Please, let me be doing the right thing.
I glance over my shoulder and see Beckett watching Enzo and me closely. To protect us or destroy us?
I close my eyes, and everything in my body screams—protect us. Beckett is here to protect us. But there is no room for error. The best people in my life have still hurt me. This could all be a setup.
I look down at Enzo and I’s joined hands. My husband is the only man I can trust.
17
Enzo
There is an SUV waiting for us at the airport—a black Tahoe.
“Thank you, we got it from here,” Beckett says to the driver, handing him cash and then climbing in the driver’s seat.
I resist the urge to take over driving. If I’m not driving, then I can better protect Kai. Especially since I’m the only one with a gun.
Kai and I climb into the back seat as Beckett climbs into the front.
“What the hell are you doing, asshole?” Kai’s father says before punching Beckett in the face through the driver’s side window.
I grin, chuckling lightly to myself at the sight of Beckett getting punched again. He’s going to have a nasty shiner tomorrow.
“Dad! Stop,” Kai yells as her father drives his arm back for another swing at Beckett. But Beckett was only going to let him get one punch in any way; he’s already grabbed Kai’s father’s arm.
“You threatened my daughter’s life. I’m going to kill you.”
“No, I saved your daughter’s life. I warned them that Felix is coming. And I’m ensuring we all get on a yacht and get our butts out of here before Felix and his men get here,” Beckett disarms Kai’s father before he’s even able to draw his weapon.
I don’t know how Beckett was trained, but he has skills, I’ll give him that.
“Beckett’s on our side,” Kai says.
Her father looks at her with unbelieving eyes. He turns his attention to me. And I gaze frustratingly back, conveying my forced discontent. We don’t have any other option.
Kai’s father tenses more at my reaction.
“Give him back the gun, Beckett,” I say.