him close.
He didn't remember much more before sleep took him. He actually woke up a few hours later, the lights still on but Bridget sleeping deeply alongside him, and he couldn't remember feeling more satisfied with his lot in life as he did right then.
***
The ringing of his phone woke him, by the time on the face of it, two hours later. GH, GHOST Headquarters, name on the readout woke him instantly.
"Dunbar."
"Axel, Gaige. We have a line on Ustymovych. He's enroute to Minneapolis via a private plane. We had Jared Timm do a bit of research for us and he was able to hack into a phone number we found on the cell phone from Viktor Boyko, the dead man at the cabin, where Bridget and the other women were found. Jared traced the phone number to see where he is and has just confirmed it's in fact, Ustymovych."
"Okay. Do you want us to follow him?"
"Local PD has been called. But, we've discussed this with them, and they are afraid if they go in with unis, he'll run. So, you and Josh need to get there before Ustymovych. Plant yourselves at the gate where his plane will arrive. Then follow him to the vehicle picking him up. Once he's at the vehicle, local PD will arrest him, but we want him out of the airport. We also have reason to believe accomplices will be there to receive him. We want them all."
"Roger." He looked over at Bridget, who was wide awake and sitting up next to him. "What about Bridget?"
"Is she up for this?"
Bridget nodded and he grinned. "She says yes."
"Then, the same rules apply to her. The airport will let you carry inside. Since it's a private airport, off the main airport's property, but still on the grounds, we've cleared this. That's the other reason they want him apprehended outside. They don't want their place shot up."
"Roger."
"One last thing. Authorities want him alive. But, they said if he can't be brought in alive, dead will do. They don't want him in the wind."
"Roger that."
The line went dead, and Axel looked into Bridget's eyes. "Did you hear all of that?"
"Most of it."
He kissed her lips. "Gotta hustle, Irish."
"Roger."
She grinned but scampered off the bed, though not before he was able to swat her ass and enjoy the red mark as it formed on her skin as she walked to the bathroom.
He quickly dressed and once Bridget left the bathroom, he quickly used the toilet, washed his hands, brushed his teeth and opened the adjoining door to Josh's room.
Josh was dressed and packing things into his go bag.
"Gaige called, bro. I'm ready."
Axel nodded then went back into his room with Bridget and began packing up their belongings.
Bridget was packed much faster than he imagined and when he looked at her and smirked she retorted. "Army strong, baby. I've had to move out fast before."
He nodded, hefted his bag over his shoulder and opened the door to the room, waiting for Bridget to exit before him. Time to go get this piece of shit so he could go home and play with Aidyn.
After checking out they loaded up the SUV. The dents and dings looked far worse today than they did yesterday. Good thing GHOST always insured their rental vehicles. They usually came back a bit worn and abused.
He opened the backdoor for Bridget and she climbed in with a wink. The sultry little vixen wore a pair of jeans, which fit her perfectly, and a white t-shirt, which made his cock tingle a bit. Now that he'd had her again, he'd have a hard time not dreaming about the next time, which hopefully would happen soon.
He climbed in the front seat and as Josh drove, he began working to distribute the comm units and prepare for what lay ahead. Which hopefully would be a smooth apprehension. At least he could hope for that.
47
Today she was ready. Yesterday had been a hell of a ride. Partly because Axel felt strongly about shielding her from being taken again and, rightfully so, she wasn't part of the official GHOST team. In all honesty, she didn't really want to be, either. Not fully. But this mission was personal. She and Aidyn needed to know with certainty that they weren't going to be hunted again. ‘Cause, honest to God and anyone else listening, she could and would, kill anyone trying to take her son. Without hesitation.
The other part of yesterday had thrown her back into a