Page 91 of Ruined By a Devil

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Malachi

“There’s no pressure drop, Mr. Kavanagh,” the mechanic wipes his grease-stained hands on a small rag as he steps back from the open cowling of the starboard engine, his brow furrowed in confusion. “The hydraulic lines are perfectly clean and the valve is completely sealed.”

Fuck.

The words hit my chest like a physical blow. A cold, absolute certainty drops into my stomach at the realization.

There is no mechanical failure.

I drop the heavy metal flashlight onto the asphalt. It shatters making a loud sound, but I don’t care about the stupid flashlight. I turn around immediately and sprint across the open tarmac toward the terminal, only one thing on my mind.

Jade.

“Cain!” I shout into the radio clipped to my shoulder but I’m met with nothing but dead static. “Cain, report.”

Nothing. I get no response from my brother, the channel is completely jammed.

I pull my Glock from the holster at my hip, my thumb flicking the safety off as I reach the side entrance of the terminal and kick the heavy glass door open. The hallway is completely empty. There is no trace of the guards Cain left at the entrance.

I hate how this looks and I find myself praying for the first time in a long time. My whole chest is screaming a prayer right now, I only ask for one thing and that’s for Jade to be safe and sound. For her to still be alive.

When I reach the heavy oak door of the VIP lounge, I’m met with another dead end as the place is completely empty. The good thing is that there is no sign of any struggle. The room is almost too clean.

I pull out my phone and dial Zeke’s number.

“Is everything okay?” Zeke answers the phone after the first ring.

“No,” I reply. “The airport is compromised, Cain is dark and Jade is gone.”

As I say those words, a terrifying, lethal calm washes over me, my brain completely drowning out the panic.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks.

“Seal the perimeter and lock down every gate, every exit, every runway,” I say. “Not a single thing takes off or lands.”

“Okay,” Zeke responds. “Just don’t do anything impulsive if you get to him.”

“That’s one thing I can’t promise you, brother,” I reply. “Get Levi and Elijah here right now.”

“We’re already on the way,” Zeke responds.

It hurts my pride to see how Nolan used our own security protocols against us. I might have underestimated his intelligence, which was a grave mistake on my end. He’s nothing like his father, despite the spoiled brat act he likes to pull in public.

The manager.

The ace in his sleeve was the manager Miller and the best way to get to Nolan is to find the man he used against us. I head out, looking for the familiar face and it doesn’t take me long before I spot the crisp blue uniform.

If he were smart, he would already be gone and hiding deep, deep in the ground. But lucky for me, he doesn’t seem to be aware of how serious what he’s done is and what’s about to hit to him.

“Hey, Miller!” I call out, his eyes widening as he spots the gun my hand. “We need to talk.”

Miller’s face goes completely pale and he swallows, remaining frozen in place for just a heartbeat before he turns around and speeds towards the employee exit at the far end of the hallway. He’s carrying a bag over his shoulder, but I’m faster than him and I catch the bastard right before his hand hits the crash bar of the exit door.

“Where are you so eager to get to?” I grab the back of his collar, yank him backward, and slam him face-first into the concrete wall. The impact knocks the breath out of his lungs with a wet gasp.

“Sir…” He tries pulling the clueless card, pretending this is just a normal day at work for him.