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Beverly

They’d drugged the guys and put them in separate vehicles. Relief swept through me when I realized they weren’t going to drug Laura and me. Instead, they led us to the same vehicle.

Surprisingly, Laura was on her best behavior, but I knew from experience it wasn’t going to last long. If it was just her, she’d have found a way to escape, forced them to kill her, or acted badly enough that they’d allow her to be someone else’s problem.

My heart sank at the disappointment and hurt that Luke expressed when he realized mine and Laura’s secret. We’d started a fight with DG6 and kept it from them. I’d spilled secrets to Luke, but I was afraid if I’d revealed to him we might have had a clue as to who was after us, they’d refuse to help us. I felt lower than a snake’s belly for my deception. If we lived long enough to see each other again, I prayed Luke would find it in his heart to forgive me.

The zip-ties bit into my wrists when I was forced to climb into the SUV and shoved into place. I struggled to straighten myself as Laura was shoved into the seat behind mine. The front and passengers’ seats were occupied by the little man in charge and his driver.

My babysitter, a lean man with dark tanned skin and a scraggly beard, climbed into the middle seat with me. Laura was kept company by a chubby one with a baby face who reminded me of El Chapo.

The only one I recognized from Florida was the short one who continued to shoot daggers at Laura and me. Short, big-eared bastard. If I had that much grease holding my hair down, I’d be angry too. And what the hell was he channeling with a full black Dickie outfit, the 1990s?

We hadn’t been drugged, but they weren’t taking any chances by putting us together in the same seat. The view through the window was dim, but it didn’t stop me from attempting to figure out where they were taking us. I spotted the lead vehicle, then the one with Luke was next, and the truck they stuffed Dax into followed it. We were the fourth in the line, followed by the trail vehicle.

Our damaged SUV sat discarded against the guardrail as traffic began to crawl behind us. The fact that no cops had shown up proved just how much pull the cartel had in Texas. We crept along the interstate until our five-vehicle convoy separated, taking different routes to the same destination I supposed. This must have been their way of blending into traffic, not taking the chance of being followed to our destination.

It had taken minutes for them to extract us from our vehicle, take our weapons, drug the men, and move on. They’d planned this takeover with precision. How did they know where we’d be? Had they been staking out certain locations, waiting to pounce? Did they have a man like D on their team?

We’d traveled halfway to San Antonio before we stopped to refuel. We winded our way through a country town I’d missed the name of before we took the interstate back in the direction we’d come from. I’d bet we were headed back to the Houston area. They’d taken us on a trip to lose any tails or spies they believed we might have had.

I glanced back and found Laura asleep, her tied hands behind her. Her head was thrown back against the seat, her mouth agape. How could she possibly sleep when we didn’t know how long we had left to live? The girl had nerves of steel. She and Megan were alike in that aspect. I, on the other hand, was the one who only fought when provoked. I was more likely to cry or attempt to plead my way out of a dire situation until it became deadly.

With the men being knocked out on whatever drug they’d been given; Laura and I were prey to these men. I’d counted twelve, and there were likely more waiting to torture us wherever their home base was.

“Don’t touch me, you fucking pervert!” came Laura’s rowdy voice that drew my bobbing head to a stiff start. The El Chapo look-alike had woken her beast.

“Calm down,” he cooed in her direction. “I’m just admiring the assets.”

“I don’t know how you escaped from the zoo, but if you touch me again, you will be begging them to let your ass back in that motherfucker,” she snapped, her murderous gaze aimed at the man like a weapon.

“You turn around,” my babysitter barked in my direction. “Mind your own damn business. You’ll get some of that action later,” he promised. His gaze scanned my body as his nasty tongue slid across his lips. I ignored him because I was worried about Laura.

“You are a mouthy little bitch,” the man stated. “I’m going to show you what I like to do to rude bitches,” he continued, slinging his words in Laura’s direction after making a kissing sound. He reached and gripped a part of her body that was out of my view.

My head shook at his actions, knowing he was playing with fire back there. A few moments later, all hell broke loose in the back seat. Fire and brimstone, black-eyed demons, vampire bats, it was all back there swarming.

Curse words erupted, followed by the thumping sound of Laura’s feet connecting with the side of the man’s face and shoulder. The driver swerved in an attempt to figure out what the hell was happening as the man in charge barked orders at the fight.

At my angle, I saw a portion of Laura’s body, so I repositioned myself against the seat in front of me to avoid getting struck. Her legs and feet worked like an out-of-control bicyclist. My babysitter decided to move as well, pointing his shoulder at the fight.

Everyone except me was yelling at this point as the vehicle began to slow. El Chapo hadn’t gotten Laura under control and was taking a beating for setting his sights on the wrong woman.

“I’m going to kill this bitch!”

“You shouldn’t have provoked her. Now, get her under control before I make you walk back!” The man in charge shouted.

“I’m going to stomp your fucking face in,” Laura yelled, her legs standing strong against the protesting man’s flailing arms. Silently, I cheered for every lick she landed on him as I fought to keep a smile off my face.

I hadn’t noticed the vehicle had stopped until my door flew open and the seat was lifted and thrown into my shoulder. It was the driver pulling Laura out, as the man in charge stood outside barking orders.

“If Sorio didn’t want you, I wouldn’t worry about this bullshit. I’m tempted to call him and let him know we had to kill that fucking she-devil.”

My brain processed what the man had said. He was talking like he’d recently been in contact with Sorio? Aaron had already killed Sorio, so he must have been operating off of old intel.

“You!” the man in charge yelled across me, calling the attention of my babysitter.

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