Chapter 8
A cold sweat broke out across my back as William’s words sank deep into my mind.
“How could he know we were going to Rome?” I whispered, my voice trembling violently.
“Because you bought the cheapest ticket available online using an emergency credit card, didn’t you?” William asked.
“Julian controls the regional credit registry in Massachusetts,” Vance explained, holding up his satellite tablet screen.
“The moment your transaction cleared four days ago, a flag was raised on his private network.”
“He let you get on this plane because he wanted you out of the United States where local police couldn’t help you.”
Maya began to cry softly, terrified by the dark tones and heavy atmosphere surrounding us.
I dropped to my knees, hugging my little sister tightly while trying to keep my own mind from shattering.
“What do we do?” I begged, looking up at William Sterling with desperate eyes.
William turned to his bodyguard, his expression turning cold, calculated, and absolutely lethal.
“Vance, inform the captain that we are altering our flight plan immediately,” William ordered calmly.
“Sir?” Vance asked, his eyes widening slightly. “We don’t have diplomatic clearance for a detour.”
“I don’t care about clearance,” William snapped, pulling a gold fountain pen from his breast pocket.
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“Reroute this aircraft to my private airfield in Switzerland.”
“We’re going to step off this plane in Zurich, and we’re taking my brother’s entire empire down tonight.”
