Rock Redemption (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3)

“I’m here.” Her voice sounded small, but strong.

He swallowed hard. “It’s okay. Donovan is on it. You know him, he can move small countries if he wants to.” She laughed a little and his gut uncurled a bit. “We’re coming

to get you.”

“Oh, thank God. Simon…” Her voice was muffled, then came out stronger. “Simon, I have to go.”

“No.”

“Simon, I swear I’m okay.”

“And…” He didn’t want to ask. Wasn’t sure he could face it, but for her, he would.

“We’re fine,” she whispered. “They need the phone.”

“No, Margo, wait.”

“I love you. Hurry.”

And then she was gone. Fucking gone again. “Tell me you can get me to her.” Simon raked his hands through his hair as he met the tall guy’s gaze. “Please.”

“We’re going to a private airstrip about five miles away. A chopper will be waiting.”

“Thank God.” He met Donovan’s gaze through the screen. “Thank you.”

“Just go get our girl back. I’m working with the police. I’ll have everything ready at the birthing center you two use.”

“How…” Simon just shook his head. He didn’t want to know how Donovan did half the shit he did. Especially if there were any laws to be broken in the middle of it all.

Aidan appeared at his side. “They’re taking your mother. She’s not freaking talking, but a bag of money and two dead bodies isn’t exactly easy to sweep under the damn rug.”

Simon laced his fingers behind his neck. “I don’t fucking care. She can rot in a prison cell for all I care.”

Aidan snapped out quiet orders to three of the men in the car. They got out and made their way to the van across the street. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before we end up with another three squad cars here. Even Donovan has a limit to his capabilities.”

Simon hopped into the SUV and Nick shoved him over. “What are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Dude, you heard them. Chopper. As in helicopter.”

Nick swallowed audibly. “I know. It’s fine.”

“I love you, man, but I don’t have it in me to hold your hand while you’re puking.”

“I can hold my own hand if necessary. And I’ll be fine.” Nick turned to Aidan. “They have barf bags, right?”

Aidan’s eyebrow arched. “Yeah, the window.”

The ride to the airport was eternal. At least it wasn’t LAX. He needed to get to her sometime this century. The little strip was barely more than a dirt road with a freaking shack, but there was a big black beautiful helicopter waiting for them.

“Oh, Jesus.” Nick scrubbed his hands down his jeans.

“It’s okay. I don’t expect you to—”

“Just shut up. I’m coming. I’m much more used to flying now anyway. Just not in one of those tin cans. But I can be a little nervous. It’s healthy. How do those things stay in the air?”

“Sure you want a physics lesson?” Aidan asked dryly.