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“Please, don’t leave me in here.” My voice is weak. He shoves me inside, and I wince, more spots clouding my vision. “Please, I can’t…” I sway to the side. The darkness of the tight space steals my ability to breathe. My legs are sluggish. I lose my ability to stand and slump back against him. The strong chemical starts to burn my eyes. “Chino, don’t do this.”
He thrusts me off him, then slams me up against the container. “You begging makes me so fucking hard. If you promise not to scream, I’ll shoot you when I’m done fucking you so you don’t have to spend hours in this container rotting to death.”
I raise my arms to fight him off, but they become too weak and drop to my sides. My stomach churns as he yanks at the button on my jeans. His hand works its way down my front when the sound of a voice breaks out into the distance.
“Yo, Chino, you here?”
He freezes. “You are one lucky bitch.” Leaning in, he licks the side of my face. “Yeah, coming,” he yells to the man outside, then tosses me to the side. My body crumbles to the floor.
“Please,” I cry, attempting to crawl toward the exit. The door is slammed, and the lock clicks into place, caging me in. The darkness consumes me, along with agonizing pain and the pungent smell. With the last of my energy, I rip off the bottom of my shirt. I howl out in misery as I tie the strip of material around my wound and then curl up into a ball on the container floor.
Logan
Two hours earlier…
I’m going to fucking strangle her. What the fuck was she thinking?
My foot taps rapidly against the gravel of the rail yard as I gaze at my watch for the tenth time. I have yet to get confirmation that Addy made it home, and Jake should have texted me over fifteen minutes ago. I lean against my car, my arms crossed over my chest. I never should have allowed her to get in his car. Shit is too fucked up. Nothing is going as planned, and Vincent can’t be trusted. Goddamn you, Addy.
“Where the fuck are they?” I give in and gaze down at my watch. It’s been too long. Something’s not right. I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Jake.
Me: What’s her status?
I’m ready to crawl out of my fucking skin. I need this shit to be over with. Years of training, and I’ve never felt so unhinged. Unsure. If anything happens to her…
“You got some place to be, Justice?”
I turn to Emilio, my scowl answering for me. “None of your fucking business. Where the fuck’s this shipment? They should have been here over thirty minutes ago.” I stare down at my phone. Jake is taking too long to answer. The uneasiness in my chest grows.
If only I could turn back time. I would have never gotten her involved. This was never supposed to happen. In the middle of trying to take down a huge player in the drug and trafficking industry, I get myself wrapped up in a girl. A fucking quirky, pain in my ass who has my head jumbled and my stomach in knots.
I stare off into the distance, her last words ringing in my head. The containers are already here. That’s impossible, though. They were scheduled to arrive at the time we confirmed. There’s no way they were already here and un-loaded before we showed up. My eyes stop on a container, the name striking a chord with me. Valouro.
“I’ll be right back. Gonna do a round.” I walk off, staying alert. I pull out my phone and use it as a flashlight as I walk farther down the narrow pathway between containers. I pass a container and bang on it, getting a loud echo in reply. I repeat the same to the next three. All empty. Addy’s words keep eating at me. If the shipment arrived earlier, we would have been notified. Unless…
If Vincent has Victor Transportation in his pocket, he could have easily altered the shipping documents. Everything else has been off course, why would this be any different? “Fuck,” I growl under my breath. I take a left and backtrack down another row to head back to the container with Valouro stamped on it. Approaching the front, I bang on it. The echoing tells me it’s empty, but something doesn’t feel right. I reach behind my back for my gun as I point my flashlight at the door. Dread creeps up my spine when I see it’s not closed. Drawing my gun, I pull open the steel door. The smell of a chemical wafts around me, and I cover my nose.
I flash my light inside, then lower my gun and step back outside when I hear footsteps. Someone’s on the other side of the container. Killing my light, I aim my gun straight ahead. My feet crunch against the gravel as I make my way over.
