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smuggling one across
international borders was another. I couldn’t let her go. I’d have
to kill her.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    The sun was gone, replaced by a half moon
that slipped behind a blanket of thick, gray clouds. The breeze had
picked up, and the night air carried the sweet scent of rain.
    I drove through the gates of the warehouse,
waving to my paid guards as I sped by. They were heavily armed and
on the top of their game. I slammed on the brakes, almost
forgetting to turn off the car before I got out.
    I jammed the keys into my pocket and went
around to the door. It was double layers of steel and required an
electronic key and a fingerprint scan to get in.
    The warehouse was set up to look like just
that: a warehouse. It was full of stuff I didn’t know how to use,
rusty machinery and tools. Things were run every now and then to
keep up the ruse.
    The real business took place in the basement.
There were more armed guards by the stairwell, which was hidden
behind a false wall. I punched in a code and put my eye to a
scanner.
    I jogged down the stairs, passing another set
of guards. They all gave me a curt nod, one of respect, as I
passed.
    “ Diego,” I called. Three men
shuffled boxes around, weighing drugs before packing them. I strode
right past, earning stares and wide eyes. It wasn’t everyday the
boss came to work.
    I found Diego and his right hand man, Carl,
speaking in fast, quiet voices outside a closet.
    “ ¿Dónde está la
chica ? ” I
demanded.
    Diego used his thumb to
point behind him. “ Ella está
ahí , senor .”
    “ Why the fuck didn’t you
leave her?”
    Diego’s face paled. “She knew how we were.
Saw an exchange. She’d trace us.”
    I clenched my teeth and shook my head. “So
your genius idea was to bring her here?” I waved my hand in the
air. There was no point in questioning Diego. It was already done.
Now I had to clean up the mess.
    I pushed past him. “Let me speak to her.”
    Carl opened the door and flicked on the
light. It hummed, slowly growing brighter and brighter. I narrowed
my eyes and was surprised by what I saw.
    The cop wasn’t anything like I expected. She
was feminine and pretty, with soft brown hair and green eyes. She
was thin and athletic, with muscular legs that looked so smooth,
begging to be touched. She was wearing a tight black and pink dress
that had ridden up. I could see half her ass cheek.
    Was she not wearing underwear? Warmth tingled
the tip of my dick.
    Fuck.
    That didn’t matter. She was bound and gagged.
Her makeup ran down her face from crying, and a pair of pink
stilettos had been tossed in the closet next to her.
    “ ¿Qué
haces? ” I said in Spanish.
    The cop—if you could call her that—glared at
me. She said something, but her voice was muffled from the gag.
    “ Take that off,” I said to
Diego. He stepped in, and the cop thrashed away, unable to get up
since her hands and feet were tied together. Diego grabbed her
harshly, and I had to fight the urge to tell him to be
careful.
    I blinked. Why did I care? And why was I
feeling hot and bothered by watching her squirm around? My eyes
dropped from her face to her thighs. Her dress moved again. I
licked my lips. I caught a glimpse of a black thong.
    Diego stepped back, and the cop caught me
staring. She bent her legs, doing her best to cover herself.
    “ What the fuck do you want
from me?” she spat in English.
    “ ¿Qué
haces? ” I repeated, still speaking
Spanish.
    “ I don’t know what you’re
saying!” she cried. “Please, just let me go! I won’t say anything,
but that doesn’t fucking matter. It’s not like you can understand
me anyway.”
    I tipped my head, watching her. She yanked at
the ropes around her wrists. They were coming loose, and she knew
it. But she was acting like she wasn’t aware.
    She was smart. Was she trying to play us? She
should be. I stepped forward. She squinted her eyes, taking a good
look at my face. Her jaw tightened, and she swallowed