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farthest hangar. He rolled back one side, Justice the other, and motherfucking voilà .
    A shiny private jet, fueled up and ready to fly.
    “How in the hell?” I scratched the side of my nose.
    “Every contingency covered, Tonto.”
    “There better be champagne and caviar on board.” Justice barreled ahead full bore.
    Bane tackled him to the concrete. “This isn’t Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous , dickhead.”
    Storm walked around them. “More like lifestyles of the risky and dangerous.”
    The Lear Jet stood, pristine and perfect. After we boarded one by one, I splatted into a cushy seat, kicked out my feet, and briefly considered cuffing Madge’s and Jade’s wrists together before I nodded off.
    The engines ramping up was a primo fucking lullaby.
    Jade’s incessant pacing up and down the small aisle was not.
    And her mumbling.
    Fucking hell.
    I needed some shut-eye.
    I finally reached out, latching onto her wrist. I yanked her into the seat beside me.
    “Do you ever shut up, woman?”
    “I still have a knife in my boot, you know? Works quite well if I want to cut your sodding tongue out.”
    I harrumphed and rolled to my other side.
    She grabbed my shoulder and hauled me bodily around. “How can you sleep right now?”
    “Baby, I haven’t caught a wink in over thirty-six hours.”
    “So? That’s normal for people like us. Besides, I need to know what you plan—”
    I slit my eyes at her. “If you don’t stow that mouth of yours, I’m gonna have to kiss it again.”
    She slouched into her seat, silently fuming.
    I quietly chuckled.
    Ahhh. Blessed silence.
    Sleep.
    Some hours later, I prowled to the cockpit and took the co-pilot’s seat.
    “Nice of you to join me. I’ve only been circling the atmosphere for the past two hours.” Unruly black hair shoved behind his ears, Storm tapped an unlit cigarette on the lit-up control panel.
    “So about that STD . . .”
    “Fuck off already and give me a destination.”
    “Someplace safe.” I peeked through the windows. “Where are we anyway?”
    “Scandinavia. Why? You got a location in mind so I can drop down?”
    “Something like that.”

Chapter Six
    Undisclosed Location, United States
     
     
     
    “HEY, KEMOSABE,” I SPOKE into my burner phone.
    “Walker,” Hunter replied, and I could literally hear him exhaling through his nostrils in exasperation.
    “I need a favor.”
    “Not sure I wanna know.” I bet he was clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth.
    “Great.” I kept talking. “So, I need a place to stay for a few days, off the grid.”
    He growled. “Where exactly are you right now?”
    “On your doorstep.” I gave Jade the thumbs up as I pocketed my phone.
    Funny. She looked just about as unimpressed as Hunter had sounded.
    Storm, Bane, and Justice had done the drop-and-ditch like they couldn’t wait to get rid of us. Too bad their hands were fucking dirty, too.
    Hunter whipped open the door, scowling, natch . “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
    “Nice to see you, my friend.” I clapped him on the shoulder, bracing myself just in case he decided to throw a punch.
    He quickly shut the door, herding us farther back on the front porch of his sprawling house in the woods of Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina.
    “Not nice to see you,” he bit out.
    “C’mon. This is so much better than the last time I showed up. Remember me and you with the pump action rifle?” I held up my hands. “Look. No firearms. See? I’m growing as a person.”
    He barely snorted before turning his gold-tinted eyes to Jade and Majedah. “And what, pray tell, are these?”
    “Hostages?” After fishing in my pocket for cigs and a lighter, I inhaled the smoke and blew it out. “You may recall her eminence, Majedah Chehab, from the nightly news and society page shit. And of course you remember the unforgettable Jade Huntington.”
    Crossing his arms over his chest, Hunter glared at the three of us.
    He nodded curtly at the women and said through