I walked the length of the room with my arms folded across my chest. These three men weren’t the only ex-military, muscle-for-hire, in Mexico with adequate qualifications. With US unemployment at a high, particularly for military veterans, tons of ex-military personnel floated in and out of Mexico looking to make a quick buck. I could spend weeks interviewing potential candidates, but I didn’t have weeks. Hattie could be dead in a matter of days. As a rule, I didn’t trust anyone else’s judgment, but right now I had to trust Emanuel and Ignacio.
I swiped a stack of papers from the desk and handed each one of the men a stack of photos of the Alvarez safe house. “Okay. This is where they’re holding the hostage.”
“When are we going to move on the location?” Noah asked as he studied the photos.
“Tonight,” I answered.
“Don’t you think we should do a little recon first?” Rick said, cocking his head to the side.
“That would be ideal, but time is of the essence.”
Rick whistled as he shook his head.
I shot him a leveling stare. “Is that going to be a problem for you? If so, you can get the fuck out now. Either you’re all in or you’re not.”
Rick scrubbed the side of his face. “You’re asking us to take a leap of faith here. A lot can go wrong.”
“You’re absolutely right. This mission could blow up in our faces whether or not we spend a week staking out the Alvarez safe house.” I paused in front of him, resting my hands on my hips. “Either way, I’ve agreed to compensate you for the added risk and time constraints. If it’s not adequate, then you can walk out right now.” I waved my hand toward the door.
Rick’s lips curled. “This is a suicide mission. We don’t know if the place is booby-trapped or how many men we’ll encounter. At least let a few of us do a quick surveillance run tonight so we’re not running blind.”
“He has a point,” Noah said, propping his ankle on the opposite leg. “The security might change the following night, but it’d give us more information than a few pictures.”
“No,” I spat, my hands shaking with violence. “If someone sees us, they’ll move her or kill her and we’ll be right back to square one, except they’ll know we want her.”
Noah’s nostrils flared. “And if we fail because we’re unprepared, they’ll cut off her head and deliver it to her family or you by sunrise.”
“Failing isn’t an option.” I curled my hands into balls. “Are you saying you’re not good enough to do this?”
Noah’s lips thinned, and his eyes glittered. “No, I’ll do it, but I want seventy-five percent of the money dropped into my account before I’ll lift a finger.”
I glanced out the window. An older man with gray hair crouched in the garden beds planting flowers. “Are you worried you’re not going to make it out?”
“No. I always come out on top.” He chuckled as he leaned back. “I’m worried you won’t make it out and I won’t be paid.”
“I’m not worried about myself, but I’ll wire the money to your account tonight.”
“One more thing,” Noah said.
“What’s that?”
“The final twenty-five percent payment won’t be dependent on whether the girl lives or dies.”
“No.” I gritted my teeth. “I need there to be an incentive for you to do everything in your power keep her alive.”
Noah ran his fingers over his lips. “Fine, but if they kill her before we show up, I still want all the money you promised me.”
A shiver ghosted down my spine. I hoped his words weren’t prophetic. Hattie couldn’t die. I wouldn’t allow it. Life couldn’t be that cruel. I swiped my hand across my forehead, hardening my heart. “Deal,” I barked with a wintry smile. “Now, let’s bang out the logistics so we can get everything ready.”
Chapter Seven
Hattie
“Wake up.”
A boot rammed into my lower back, not hard enough to injure me, but with enough force to get my attention. I scrambled to my knees and pushed my greasy, matted hair from my face. My stare collided with Enrique’s, and I quickly lowered my gaze.
“Okay. Okay. I’m up,” I mumbled.
“We’re moving you to a new location today.”
I chewed on my lower lip, stifling the questions stampeding like a herd of cattle through my mind. Instead, I nodded with half-lowered eyelids. Ryker promised he’d come for me tonight. Hopefully, Enrique intended to move me into another room inside this house rather than to a new location. Even if he moved me across the country, I wouldn’t object too much. Twenty-four hours in a damp room with a decaying corpse was enough.
The toe of his black boot moved up and down as he glared at me.
Tap, tap, pause.
Tap, tap, pause, and repeat.
“Get up. I have to remove your shackles.”
As I stood up, I peeked at him from beneath the shield of my lashes. Looking at Enrique reminded me of staring at the devil. His teeth winked in the dim light, and an aura of menacing evil emanated from him. His dark eyes gleamed with an unholy light as he rubbed his palms together in anticipation of inflicting pain. Icy terror shot down my spine, and the air felt heavy against my chest.
“The new room doesn’t have any restraints, but if you’re a good girl, I won’t handcuff you.” He sucked his lips into his mouth. “If not, I’ll have to improvise.”
He started with the thick bands of metal around my wrists. He unlocked one and then the other. I closed my eyes, shivering in frozen silence as his sweaty hands coasted along my skin. Seconds later, he crouched at my feet, freeing both my ankles, and a heavy gasp fell from my lips.
I stepped to the side, but his hand closed around my ankle. I glanced at him as his fingers ghosted up the inside of my calf. The glide of his course fingertips branded my skin. Bile clawed up my throat. My muscles stiffened, and I coiled my hands into tight balls of fury. I couldn’t breathe. When he reached the inside of my knee, I bit the inside of my cheek until the metallic taste of blood swirled around my mouth.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Please don’t do this. Please don’t let this happen. Please don’t let him find the phone.
I should’ve fought.
I should’ve kicked.
I should’ve bolted for the door.
I should’ve screamed, but I didn’t want to die.
A gun glinted from the waistband of his pants, turning every cell in my body to ice. I clamped my eyes shut as my mind whirled, searching for a happy memory, something to anchor me to my life away from this moment. Away from this evil.
Tremors hijacked my legs, slowly slithering up my body until my muscles rippled in nonstop waves of violence and disgust. My feet were rooted to the floor.
When his fingers reached the bottom of my running shorts, I couldn’t take it any longer. Rage tore through me like a bolt of lightning, and I jerked my leg to the side. “Don’t touch me,” I spat through my teeth.
He cocked an eyebrow. “I thought we could have a little fun.”
“Fuck you,” I snarled.
A sinister smile slid across his too smug face. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
My gaze zipped around the room. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. My heart thundered erratically as if someone had pressed a defibrillator to my chest. Then, everything clicked into place, and I lunged for the door. I didn’t know where it’d lead me. I didn’t even know if I’d get more than ten steps before Enrique put a bullet through my back, but common sense fled in favor of dignity and self-respect.