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that moment, Jordan's cell phone rang. It was Marcus.
    "Marcus, what's up?" he greeted.
    "Hi, Jordan. Just checking on things. Do you have any news on the Marquez?" his friend answered.
    "It seems we have a strong lead on the drugs whereabouts."
    "That's good news. Have you planned how you're going to take them down?"
    "Not yet. My mind has been on other things."
    "I have the perfect man for you. Professional to the bone, he really knows his business. Maybe you should come by to meet him. I'm sure he would be a great help to you." Marcus suggested.
    "That's probably a good idea," Jordan admitted. Then he remembered Ashley and his ever growing obsession over her. "Besides, I need to get rid of a woman. Do you think you can get someone interested?" The words felt terrible in his mouth but he had made up his mind, he needed to take her out of his life, urgently, no matter what the cost.
    Marcus chuckled. "There's always someone interested, you know that."
    "Good, we'll be on our way tomorrow."
    "Perfect, I'll arrange everything. Do you need a private landing track?"
    "Yes, I think it will be better. She won't go willingly."
    "They never do, my friend," Marcus replied, with scorn.
    "I'll let you know the details tomorrow."
    "Very well. I'll be waiting for your call."
    Jordan ended the call and sighed heavily. Finally, he had made himself take a step forward into taking Ashley out of his life.
     
    After a very intense night with Jordan, his behavior changed. For the first time in all those days, he didn’t drag her back to her cell. The clothes he was holding in his hands for her to wear were very different from the usual dress: a flared skirt and lovely matching top, as well as underwear and shoes.
    "What's this?" she asked, a bit concerned.
    "We're going out. Put this on, unless you want me to invite Wilson to help you out." He ordered in a very cold tone.
    She snatched the clothes from his hands and put them on, quickly, but his behavior only increased her concern. She combed her hair in a simple braid and turned to look at him.
    "Let's go. I don’t want to waste any more time."
    She followed him out of the house, grateful for a few seconds of the warmth of the sun on her skin after so many days of confinement. He pushed her roughly inside the SUV, and only moments later they were on their way.
    Almost an hour later, to her surprise, they arrived at a small airport outside the capital. "Where are we going?" she asked, suddenly feeling a bit scared.
    "That's none of your business. Just let me assure you that if you give me any kind of trouble I'll put you in Wilson's hands and let him teach you a little lesson. Am I clear?" He answered in a tone so cold it sent shivers down her spine, and she didn’t doubt his words. Not this time.
    They left the car and entered the airport, heading to his family's private plane, that was already waiting for them. Only minutes later, they were flying away. She wanted to ask him again where they were going, but his expression was so dark she simply didn’t dare. Wilson's presence on the plane didn’t help much either.
    After an hour of flight, she was sure they were flying to another country, and somehow that scared her even more. Where was he taking her?
    Five long hours later, the plane finally started to prepare for landing. Although she had been looking out of the window the whole time, she hadn’t been able to discern their destiny and she was even more worried.
    They landed on a small landing track, one she was sure was used to bring drugs into the country, whichever one it was. On one side of the track, two SUVs waited for them.
    Jordan was the first to leave the plane and Ashley followed him with Wilson on her tail. She even thought of making a run for it, but she knew she didn’t stand a chance against all of the men presents.
    Four men came out of the cars and joined the arriving party. One of them stood out: tall, dark, tanned, with a broad, muscled body, he oozed power and