Chapter 129 Davon

• DAVON
• Samantha’s touch, her soft whispers, the way her nails dig lightly into my back—all of it still lingers in my mind even as the plane’s wheels hit the runway. She’s asleep now, our son curled up against her, his small hand gripping the fabric of her dress as if he senses that the world outside isn’t as peaceful as it seems.
• Two black armored SUVs wait under the runway lights, their polished surfaces reflecting the night sky. Brad is already there, leaning against the passenger door of the nearest car, a dark figure whose eyes miss nothing.