The Bride In The Wrong Wedding
He had fought a cartel, walked through an inferno, and bled out on this floor to keep her safe.
Now, it was her turn.
Isabella stood up, her jaw locking with a sudden, feral determination. She ran to the heavy cockpit door, frantically searching the metal bulkhead in the red emergency light. There it was—a small, hidden port beneath a metal flap. She shoved the bloody silver fob into the slot.
A loud, mechanical hiss echoed from the other side of the glass as the halon gas deployed. The pilot violently thrashed in his seat before slumping entirely over the controls.