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With my heart racing at an alarming rate, all I could think about was her. Where she was. Who she was with. Who I’d be dismembering with my bare hands. My brain couldn’t fathom the idea of any of them touching a single goddamn hair on her head. The leather squeaked beneath my tight grip as I swerved between cars, desperate to reach her.

Cesar’s cellphone rang and he answered before lowering the device to the center console

“It’s Kiril.” He informed me before fixating his attention back on his screen.

“What?” I snapped.

“They’re heading to the airport, boss.”

I slowed down before switching lanes. “How do you know that?”

“I hacked into the microphone of her cellphone right as they destroyed it.”

“Find out where the fuck that plane is going.” I picked up speed again.

“Already on it,” he murmured, and I could hear the rapid clicking of his keyboard.

Cesar’s penetrating stare burned into my side. “Do you have something to say, Cesar?”

There was a brief pause. “It’s just that… I find it quite odd how you’re risking our lives in this car for the woman you claim to despise. But don’t mind me.” His attention was back on his screen and I shifted gears, purposefully increasing my speed and didn’t miss the taunting grin pass over his face.

“Boss…” Kiril trailed off. “They’re five minutes away.” We were fifteen minutes away. “Fuck.”

“What is it?”

“They’re heading to… Hawaii?”

My eyebrows furrowed, and so did Cesar’s. Why the fuck would they be going to the island.

“Are you sure?” Cesar asked before I could.

“Positive.” Kiril affirmed.

I ran a frustrated hand down my face. “Are you sure it’s Fujimura’s men?”

“Yes sir.”

“Kiril I need you to stop that plane.”

The call ended and Cesar tossed his cellphone onto the dashboard.

“So when did it happen.”

I exhaled sharply, stopping behind a car. “What?”

He eased back into his seat. “When did you sleep with Miss Nirah?”

My head snapped toward him. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“We’re going up against the yakuza. If you don’t kill me for asking, one of them will. So…” He trailed off. “When? Or am I mistaken, and your…” He paused, then grinned. “Change of heart is because of something else.”

I slightly shook my head, looking away from him.

“Let me guess… her inability to show fear, even after what she did to you, reminded you how perfectly she was made for you. Or was it that this dark life we had been set to live hasn’t dimmed that light of hers.”

I could almost smile. “She—” my words caught in my throat. The light turned green and we took off again.

“She has a way of growing on you… I know.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. “She also has a way of persevering.”