Page 122 of Marks of Rebellion
"Everything is there, including your Glock."
I breathe a sigh of relief, but it's short-lived.
Flower. I need to go rescue her.
"Kyle saw your Semper Fi tattoo on your arm."
I glance at my ink then her.
"It's why he said we needed to bring you here. He said we can't leave a man behind." Her face lights up talking about him. "He'll be back in a few minutes."
"I appreciate—"
"Sadie!" The door slams.
"In the kitchen."
A thirty-something, blond-haired, blue-eyed man with a scar on his cheek and a prosthetic arm enters the room. He holds his hand out. "Kyle Lane."
"Hunter Ward."
"Good to see you're awake."
"Thank you for your assistance. I don't mean to be rude, but I need to rescue my woman." I try to rise again, but he stops me.
"I figured as much. You haven't eaten in several days. Fill your belly, and we'll figure out a better plan than you taking off with no resources."
"Got my Glock," I say, patting my bag.
"Yeah. It would be better if you had a phone, transportation, and backup, too. Don't you think?" He arches his eyebrows.
"They took my woman."
He nods. "I know. But I'm right. Don't do something stupid right now. You'll end up armless." He holds his prosthetic up.
Silence.
"You can laugh. It's a horrible joke I tell people," Kyle says.
"Sadie said you were a medic?"
"Yep. Marines. Take it you were, too, from your tat?"
"Yeah. Look, I appreciate everything, but I need to leave. They—"
"Torres took her. You know where?" he asks.
"Belize. My guess is Belize City."
"Why there?"
"It's where her ex, who's obsessed with her, lives. He's a crooked politician."
Sadie puts a plate of spaghetti and garlic bread in front of me. "Eat."
My stomach growls again. I'm torn between eating and leaving.
Kyle holds up my fork. "Eat, and we'll create a plan. I've got connections. You'll get to Belize a lot faster if you sit and eat versus leaving now."
