Casey was starting to panic. This was not good.

"Get the men off my fucking plane," Reyes snapped at Alejandro, his hand tight on hers as he dragged Casey across the tarmac toward the private jet. She nearly had to run to keep up with his rapid strides despite her long legs. She was cursing her choice of spiked high heels. Had she known she would be marathon walking she'd have chosen flats.

"What about the pilot?" Alejandro asked, confused.

Reyes didn't bother to ...