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The thug looked at Mary. “Hector fucking ‘The Beast’ Diaz? You’re married tohim?”

The guy behind her chuckled and pointed a gun at her. “Things just got more interesting. Call him. Now.”

When she didn’t move fast enough, he slapped her across the face.

“No!” Gina screamed, looking frantic.

“You make another sound and I’m gonna break your neck.”

Mary’s cheek burned, and she tasted blood. Not wanting the asshole to hurt her sister, she did as he asked.

Hector sounded worried when he answered. “Where are you, Mary? I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Hector, I—” Before she could say another word, the phone was snatched from her hand.

“Hello, Mr. Diaz. It seems as if I have something that belongs to you. Now, this is what’s going to happen.”

CHAPTER 25

HECTOR

Hector stared at his phone, his vision going red for a sec.

They had his wife. Some motherfucker had put his hands on Mary, and was now demanding money. While he was preventing Kristoff from committing murder, some sick—soon to be dead—fuck had taken Mary.

He had an hour to find a hundred thousand dollars. On a Friday night, when banks were closed.

“Fucking shit!” He kicked a chair, breaking it.

Kristoff looked up and put his hammer down. A hammer that had just smashed every bone in the hand of the guy who had touched Katya. Hector felt like jamming the hammer in his own head. He should have never left Mary out of his sight.

He had to get out of here. He had to get to her.

“Who was that on the phone?” Kristoff asked.

Hector rounded on him. “A motherfucker with a death wish. Someone snatched my wife while I was stuck here with you.”

“Someone took Mary?”

He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. He needed to think. He couldn’t let emotion cloud his judgment. A mission. Yeah, he was going to treat this like a mission. First; recon. He needed to know who he was up against.

“Tell me who has her.”

Kristoff again.

Hector wanted to tell him to fuck off, that he’d done enough, when he realized his anger was aimed at the wrong person.

“I don’t know. He didn’t give me his name. Just told me to get him a hundred grand within an hour if I want to see her again.” He didn’t want to think about the threat the fucker had made about carving up her face.

Focus, Diaz, focus.

Kristoff barked something, and Angel left the room.

“It seems like an odd number,” he said. “You’re worth far more than a hundred grand.”

He was right, of course. If someone would take his wife for ransom, they would ask a lot more.

The next moment, Tommie was ushered into the room, Angel following him on his six.

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