Page 125 of Depths of Destruction
Kalim's dark eyes turn to slits. "Did you forget you aborted your last mission?"
"You would have done the same thing."
Kalim angrily points at me. "I was there and wasn't given a choice."
"I'm sorry. I did it so you didn't have to choose."
He scowls.
Shit, he's still pissed.
"Kalim—"
He holds his hand up and nods to the rest of the crew. "Not now."
I obey him and hold my tongue for several minutes, wondering how to get Naomi and me out of this mess. I need to get Kalim on my side. But I'm not sure how.
"What country are we in?"
"Belize."
The cartel was taking Naomi back to trade her for Nicolas Gómez.
"Where are we going?"
"Cayman Islands. She needs medical care, and so do you."
"Then where?"
Kalim's face hardens.
He's got orders to deliver her to the U.S.
And I bet money Interpol wants to question me back in France.
"You don't know what you're doing," I quietly say.
Kalim turns away, and I do the same. The rest of the ride, I try to figure out what our next move is.
My survival gear is gone. My woman is broken in pieces and needs medical attention. The team of men I trained is the best of the best and not going to be easy to slip past.
I focus on Naomi, wondering what the extent of her physical injuries are and how I'm going to help her emotionally recover from the torture they put her through.
For the first time in my life, I feel unsure about how to make things happen.
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Naomi
"Wake up, Naomi,"Andre softly says.
Why does my body hurt so bad?
Santiago.
Ezra's dead.
My eyelids fly open, and panic seeps through every cell in my body.
