Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

“They are pulling off the road,” Levi says, looking in the rearview mirror.

I toss the gun back into the backpack and grab Skye’s head, firmly kissing her on the forehead, thankful that she’s still alive. That all of us are. But none of us are naive enough to think that we’re safe, long-term.

The phone buzzes again, and Noah clicks the message open.

All of us stare intently at him, waiting for the message.

“He says that he’s going to hunt us all down and kill us. But will make it long and torturous if anything happens to Skye. He wants her desperately. We aren’t to hurt her. He wants us to return her to him by tomorrow morning, or he will use everything in his power to take us all out.”

“Tell him to give us one million dollars and that we define the terms, not him. Tell him we want the money in exchange for her safe return by tomorrow evening,” I say.

Noah nods and begins typing the message.

I look at Skye, who has her head cocked to the side, eyes curiously looking at me.

“It will give us enough time to work on plan C.”

“Plan C?” Skye asks with a raised eyebrow.

I nod. “It takes a lot of plans, and we will go through as many plans as we need until we are all safe.”

“What’s plan C then?”

Noah turns around in his seat and hands the phone to Skye. She takes it with her hands still bound together.

“We need to call that rich princess friend of yours to get us a private plane to somewhere anywhere but here,” Noah says.

“You can’t be serious.”

I nod.

She shakes her head. “First, she doesn’t just have a private jet on hand at all times to take me wherever I want. Second, Gabe knows about her, he’s threatened her and her family before. I’m not going to get her involved, and even if she were to get involved, Gabe would be able to track the plane in a second. If we’re trying to be discreet, that’s the opposite of helpful.”

I rub the nape of my neck hard. “I guess we are on to plan D then.”

“Actually…” Skye says, staring at the phone.

She reaches into her bra and pulls out a business card. I can’t help but continue to stare at her boobs and wonder how much else she has stored in there.

She begins entering the number on the business card.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

She shakes her head and just shushes me.

“Hello, Tonya. This is Skye.”

The other woman must say something, as Skye goes silent.

“You see, I know you don’t like me very well. But I made a mistake, and I think you’ll want to help me fix that.”

A short pause.

“Because you want my husband, and I want an annulment. So, you’ll help me by discreetly getting me a private plane out of the country without letting Gabe know where I am, and I’ll make sure that he finds his way safely into your bed.”

My mouth drops open.

“Done,” Skye says, smiling. She moves and lets the phone drop to her hands before she presses End on the phone and hands it to me. “Head to the airport. We have our plane.”