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“My aunt loves you two. You’re going to find her and bring her home, right?”
Jett looked up at Flynn who was already nodding his head. Jett looked at Kaitlin, whose palms were pressed together under her chin as if she were praying, and then he looked around at his friends, and Al who had his men already in search-and-rescue mode.
Jett looked back at Bryer and placed his hand on his shoulder.
“We’re going to find Adelina, son, and we’re going to bring her home where she belongs.”
“Looks like two federal agents just came out of retirement for one final mission,” Cash said, and they chuckled as they gave handshakes and smacks on the back as they discussed the next steps and who would go with them. Jett looked at Flynn.
“You ready to go get our woman, and kill one more piece of shit drug lord?”
“Hell, yeah, partner. Let’s do this.”
Chapter 11
Adelina wasn’t sure how long she had been Raymond’s prisoner here. She wasn’t allowed out of the bedroom, and he kept her sedated most of the time. Today, the windows were open, and as she crawled from the bed, in a tank top and panties, her only clothing, she felt the bruises and the aches. She refused his advances and attempts at having sex. She knew that Raymond could make her do it. She knew he was strong enough, sick enough, and uncaring enough.
Venezuela was known for its magnified crime rates. Caracas had one of the top five highest murder rates in the entire world. The US Embassy was in Caracas. But getting there was never going to happen. Raymond had her watched all the time. He wanted to break her down. He wanted her to fold, give up, and give in to to his demands, allowing him to own her body and soul. She’d rather die. If there were some kind of weapon around, she’d do the deed herself before submitting to him.
She looked down at the bruises on her thighs and cringed. She was black and blue everywhere. His methods of torture seemed to turn him on even more then the idea of finally having sex with her. She wondered what day it was. How long had she been here? The drugs still flowed through her veins. She felt them now that she was up and trying to move around. She didn’t like the sensations, yet she found herself giving in to to them more and more. Surely the drugs would make her hallucinate, and maybe she could pretend that Raymond was really Jett and Flynn.
She shook those thoughts from her head as she moved closer to the window. Her breasts ached, and her ribs, too. Raymond had struck her, trying to get her to give in. He was obsessed with the need to have her beg for him to make love to her. He wanted that. Son of a bitch. I’m going to kill you, just like you killed the ones I loved.
She felt the warm late-day air caress against her sensitive skin. She hugged herself and then swayed, nearly falling into the column by the window. She looked down at the people below. None of them would help her. Some of those women were probably kidnapped as well. Another honor the country of Venezuela had to show for themselves. One of the highest kidnapping rates in the word, too.
She leaned her head back against the pole. She held on as she looked down, barely noticing the faces in the crowds, the market down below, or items they sold. Was she willing to give in to Raymond’s desires and demands just so she could live a life here? A life she would surely hate. How could she ever forget what he had done to her and to her family? No, she would kill him. Perhaps getting him to believe she accepted him would get him to lower his guard enough for her to make her move.
Her eyes began to roll and as she glanced through the crowd below, her stare zeroed in on one particular man. He wore a large hat, his sunglasses thick, and he appeared as if he were watching her. At first she thought him to be a threat. Another man who would take what he wanted from any woman he deemed fit in this godforsaken country. But then her heart began to race. Something sparked deep inside of her.
Flynn?
She heard the door to the bedroom open. She had only looked away a moment, but when her eyes returned to see the man, he was gone. A feeling of disappointment and discouragement filled her. Jett and Flynn are dead. There is no one who can save me now.
“Ah, Adelina, you should be resting. Are you still disobeying my orders?” Raymond asked as he approached. She didn’t even move. She remained against the pole, her hands by her side and behind her trying to remain upright even though her legs and ribs ached.
He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. She could hardly focus on his face, but she did see that his shirt was undone, and he held something in his hand.
She tried to look down but his hold was firm, and his fingers dug into her cheeks.
“I had the feeling that you would disobey me. I think you like your little beatings. Very soon I’m going to restrain you to that bed and show you how a real man takes his woman. You’ll be begging me for more.”
She didn’t know why she did it, but she gathered the saliva in her throat and spat at him.
In a flash he pulled her from the pole and began to whack her with the stick he brought with him. Over and over again he struck her arm, her shoulder, and then shoved her down onto the bed.
“You will submit. You hear me? You will submit to me.”
He covered her mouth and forcibly kissed her. She tried to push away but she couldn’t. She grabbed his sides and began to strike him when she felt the knife. As the sun was setting and night was slowly moving in, she decided that tonight she would end it all. She would take his knife and she would kill herself, before Raymond had the chance to have her.
He continued to grab at her, everywhere he could, she managed to dislodge the knife, and as it fell to the bed, she reached for it, but he won and grabbed her arms. He shoved them upward, nearly tearing them from their sockets. Holding both wrists in one hand, he glided his other hand up to her neck.
“I can kill you whenever I want. I can end your life.”
“Do it then. Do it!” she screamed at him. He released her throat and backhanded her across the face. She spat at him again and he smacked her again and again. Then he released her wrists, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the syringe. She tried to get up but he straddled her higher, placing her arms underneath his thighs and knees. She couldn’t move. She screamed until her voice was raw, and cracking. She felt as if her vocal chords snapped, and then she felt the pocketknife. She gripped it as he flicked the needle and then stared down into her eyes. She hated him. She wanted him dead.
“Tonight I take you. I’ve waited long enough.”
He slowly brought the syringe to her neck as she tried turning her head side to side. He didn’t care or budge. He stuck her between the collar bone and neck.
The door burst open. She looked and so did he. She blinked as she cried out. Jett and Flynn along with three other men entered the room. Raymond reached for a gun on his ankle, and raised it, prepared to shoot at Jett and Flynn as he maneuvered off of her. He was so heavy that she gasped when he used her body as leverage to take his aim.
“No!” she screamed as she pulled back and used all her last might to shove the blade into Raymond’s chest. He moved and she got him in the throat, as Flynn tackled him to the ground, and the sound of two bullets going off filled the room.
“We need to move. Grab her and let’s go. We have two minutes and counting,” one of the men stated.
She couldn’t stop crying. Was it the drugs? Was she really seeing them? They were alive all this time?
“Oh, God, baby. Oh God, what did he do to you?” Jett asked as he placed a jacket over her body and lifted her up into his arms. Flynn placed a hat over her head. They were dressed in camo, as they headed out of the building. There were dead bodies everywhere. She hadn’t heard any of it. As she tried to focus on where they were headed and whether or not they’d make it out alive, she began to lose focus.
“Drugs,” she whispered against Jett’s neck.
“Shh, baby. Just close your eyes. I’ve got you. We’re bringing you home.”
“Home.” She felt as if her lids were too heavy to open. She heard a few more gunshots. Jett jerked at the sound and the men mumbled something, but they kept going. She didn’t care anymore. She could die right now and it wouldn’t matter. She had gotten to see her men one last time.
“Jett, Flynn, I love you.”
Chapter 12
Jett and Flynn hadn’t slept in days. They remained in the hospital in the private room set up by their friends in the federal government. Adelina would slowly awaken and start to convulse. They strapped her down to the bed as they tried to help cleanse her body from the drugs. Raymond had apparently kept her drugged up since he brought her there seven days ago. It had been the longest seven days of their lives and they nearly gave up hope of getting in and out of Venezuela undetected and without being caught. But they did it. They called in some military friends, who did this type of shit for a living, and they helped make the rescue and recovery mission a success.
“How much longer will it take?” Flynn asked as he caressed her hand and her skin. “I don’t want them to strap her down again.”
