Page 83 of Marks of Rebellion
Vanessa elbows me.
"Ouch. What? It's a legitimate question."
"Stop hounding Julieta. Come on, Ryker, let's see what you've got!" Vanessa encourages.
"Hold on!" He moves the gears into four-wheel drive and puts his foot down on the pedal. We fly across the river with water spraying several feet on both sides of the vehicle and get to land.
"Welcome to Honduras!" Julieta holds her arms in a victory pose.
Ryker kisses Julieta. "Great job!"
"That was fun!" Vanessa claims.
"I'm starting to seriously wonder if you're an adrenaline junkie," I tease.
A mischief expression forms on her face. "I'm usually up for anything."
"Really?"
"Why are you surprised?"
I lean into her ear. "Not sure. I shouldn't be, though, after the tent and this morning, should I?"
She smirks and strokes my cock. "I think you're confusing me with you being up."
"Who's that?" Ryker mutters, and my gut drops. He's already removing his gun out of his backpack, and I take mine out as well.
"Get down, Flower."
Two men with machine guns are on an ATV and coming toward us at full speed.
Julieta takes her seat belt off and reaches for the door.
Ryker lunges across her and takes her hand so she can't open it. "What are you doing?"
Her voice shakes. "I need to go talk to them."
"You're not leaving this vehicle."
"If you don't let me out, they will make us go back."
"Then I'll go."
"No, you won't. They will kill you if you step foot on their land. And you don't speak Spanish. Now let go of me."
"Julieta, I'm not—"
The men start shouting in Spanish, and Vanessa and Julieta both raise their hands in the air.
"Put your hands up," Julieta instructs.
Ryker and I both put one hand in the air.
"Drop your guns. Both hands."
"Do it," Vanessa orders.
I'm going to kill Julieta.
