Page 37 of Her Last Hope
Thirty-two.
A powerful arm skimmed across her lower back. The strength it offered rolled into her skin, entering her bloodstream, racing to her heart.
She sucked in as much of that strength as she could.
“Ramos couldn’t have moved them far.” Nick pulled her against his body. “We’ll find them.”
She turned her head. “And Skyler. Or at the very least, find out what happened to her. Her family needs closure no matter the outcome.”
Nick nodded.
The door behind them rattled. Instinctively, she gripped her weapon, pulling it from the back of her pants and aimed it.
Three whistles.
Nick grabbed her wrist, lowering her arms. “That’s my brother and his team.”
The door opened, and Dylan and five other men, all dressed in dark clothing, all carrying rifles, strolled through the door as if they owned the place.
“Glad to see you’re still standing,” Dylan said with a smile. “Heard the blast and felt it, too.”
“What took you so long to get here?” Nick said with a sarcastic tone.
“Ran into Ramos and his goons loading the hostages into the rig and thought we should deal with that before finding out if he’d successfully blown up your ugly asses.” Dylan turned his attention toward Leandra. “And by that, I certainly don’t mean yours, because your ass isn’t ugly at all.”
“Don’t be commenting on her ass, or I’ll have to beat the crap out of you,” Nick said.
She rolled her eyes, then reached out and grabbed the fabric around Nick’s waist and tugged.
He groaned.
She pointed to Dylan. “And my ass is out of your league.”
Dylan’s expression turned serious. “Ramos is in custody, and all the hostages are safe. We’re going to transport them to a private hospital for medical attention and contact all their families.”
“Thank you.” She glanced around the room again. “I want to talk to Ramos.” Her fingers itched to curl around his nuts and twist so hard they snapped.
“I doubt Fielding will let you,” Dylan said, stepping to the side, giving her access to the door. “But I’d love to see you in action.”
“Back the fuck up little brother,” Nick said, taking three large steps.
“What did I tell you?” Logan laughed.
“He’s so far gone, it’s pathetic,” Dylan said.
“Motherfuckers,” Nick said under his breath.
Leandra opened her mouth to yell at all the brothers, but nothing came out. She cleared her throat. “I’m going to go talk to Ramos. You all are going to find me a paper trail that helps us find the others that Ramos has sold into a living hell.” She pointed at each one of them. “Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Logan and Dylan said in unison.
“I’m going with you,” Nick said.
She glared at him with her best scowl.
He pointed to his side, blood trickling from the soaked fabric. “I’m gonna bleed out if I don’t find something to cauterize this hole or stitch it up.”
“Fine.” She noted the sweat beading on his forehead. “You can come with me,” she said, trying to keep her tone more frustrated than concerned. She didn’t want him or his damn brothers thinking she cared that much. “Put pressure on that wound, please.”
