Chapter 412: Get Comfortable
William took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he watched his men secure Rico and Dina inside the aircraft. His sharp eyes stayed on them, scrutinizing every movement as the tracking devices were carefully fastened to their ankles.
He wasn’t willing to take any chances, not this time. There were too many variables, too many risks. This operation had to go flawlessly, and he’d already put countermeasures in place for anything that might go wrong.
As Rico and Dina were forced into their seats, bound and subdued, William pulled out his phone and quickly dialed his brother’s number.
"I’ve got them both," he said tersely, keeping his voice steady. "We’re ready to leave in two minutes, and I’ll move them to the location we discussed." Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
There was no time to waste. William climbed into the aircraft and took his seat across from Rico. Then he signaled to his men to prepare for takeoff.
Rico glared at him, his jaw tight and his expression a mix of defiance and unease. William was grateful his wife took after her mother, although Sanya had inherited her father’s eye color, a deep brown shade, like mahogany. William’s blood boiled at the sight of Rico and the potential harm this man could bring to his wife.
Dina, on the other hand, looked pale and rattled, her eyes darting around the cabin as if searching for an escape that didn’t exist.
William leaned back slightly in his seat, his eyes never leaving Rico. The corners of his lips tugged into a cold, knowing smirk. "Get comfortable," he said, his voice low and laced with menace. "You’ve got a long ride ahead of you."
"Kid, tell me, where are you planning to take us, huh?" Rico sneered. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "And what’s with these things on our feet?" Rico added, glancing down at the sleek devices strapped to their ankles.
William crossed his arms and casually said, "Those," he began, his voice calm but firm, "are trackers. But not just any trackers, they’re also bombs. Try to tamper with them, and they’ll explode. No warnings. No second chances."
The color drained from Dina’s face as her eyes widened in horror. "You’re bluffing," she whispered, though her trembling voice made it clear she wasn’t convinced.