And this time remain with her forever.
* * *
“This damned plan is taking forever!”
Raiden’s vicious growl was followed by a minor crash.
He’d startled the flight attendant placing his meal in front of him out of her wits, making her drop the tray.
Gritting an apology and waving away her attempt to put things straight, he turned a blind gaze out of the window of his private jet, trying to rein back the constant boiling inside him. Not even the martial arts techniques he’d perfected had managed to bring him a measure of relaxation. He was spiraling out of control.
“It’s been only two weeks.” Numair’s calm response through the phone line only poured fuel on his fire.
“That’s temporally speaking,” Raiden bit off.
“I wasn’t aware there was another parameter we can measure time with.”
“Phantom, attempting wit on me right now might cause me that stroke you all keep saying I’m trying to give myself.” He paused for a second then almost shouted, “I don’t care how long it’s really been. It’s been longer than my endurance.”
“Your endurance lasted two seconds after she left.”
He opened his mouth to blast him back with something, then closed it. For said endurance had been depleted before she’d left.
Numair was also right. Logically speaking, it hadn’t been too long. Though the combined might of his brothers was mind-boggling, it couldn’t have possibly taken them less than two weeks to untangle and reroute the web of interests, to tie all loose ends and to put all safety measures irrevocably in place.
But his brothers had already done that. It wasn’t until the wedding invitees had filled the ballroom hours ago that Numair and Richard had given the signal that all danger was over. Hashimoto had then walked in to announce the cancellation of the wedding. Raiden had followed his speech, apologizing for the last-second change of plans and assuring everyone dinner and entertainment were still on. Then he’d hurtled out of the hotel and onto his jet heading to New York. To Scarlett.