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He nodded and glanced to the back seat. Hawk slept with his mouth open and legs propped up on the seat beside him. He made a mental note to check in with the man about how he was coping with losing Mandi. They weren’t serious as far as he could tell but losing anyone in such a way was difficult.
“One of my old buddies called me while you were snoozing.”
He focused on the traffic ahead. “About what?”
“Evidently, he has knowledge of a trafficking auction in Arizona.” Rubble’s blue eye locked on him briefly. “He works for Homeland.”
“When’s it scheduled?”
“Friday.”
“Shit, that’s in twenty-four hours.”
He turned down the heat. “Yeah. If we can’t catch up before… you should prepare yourself in case of the worst.”
Kevlar shook his head. “Fuck that. I’m not giving up on Kita, and neither are you.”
“Kev— “
“I’m cashing in the favor you owe me.”
Rubble’s face went from worried to expressionless. They both knew what he meant. Kevlar saved Rubble’s ass from a sniper bullet in Afghanistan. It was a life debt Rubble swore to uphold. He hadn’t planned on ever cashing it in, but he had to. If Macha couldn’t stop the semi, he and Rubble would together.
“All right, brother.” He lowered his voice and looked in the rearview mirror. “But I can’t guarantee everything will be done by Macha standards, let alone legal.”
“I don’t care the price. Kita is worth it all, plus some.”
A faint smile crossed Rubble’s bearded face. “All right, all right, you love-struck pussy.” He lightly punched his arm. “You really are infatuated with this woman, aren’t you?”
“I love her more than I love to breathe.”
“Figured as much, but if this all plays out happily, what’s the plan? You’re Macha. She’s FBI. The two don’t exactly coexist.”
“Not yet they don’t.” He faced forward, bracing himself for the slow traffic. “But they can, and they will if she lets them.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Nikita
She wokefrom being bashed on the head to find Zane pressing a bag of peas against his lip. Evidently, she’d gotten more than his nose in her haphazard attack. Her wrists were bound, legs too. They weren’t giving her another chance to take them out one at a time.
“Your father wants to speak to you.” Zane stood and walked to the door. “Alone.”
She spit the combination of blood and saliva on the ground. “Fuck you.”
He quickly turned and lifted his hand, but before he could contact her again, a voice rang out.
“Leave her.”
She’d know that voice anywhere. It was her father. Nikita glanced to the screen on the back wall. It came to life, Estevan Morales on the other side.
He tsked. “Mija, you don’t look well.”
“You should know.” She tried pulling her arms free but failed. “You put me here.”
He shook his head. “No, Zane did. I never wanted to hurt you.”
He looked over his shoulder, the prison cell comfortable looking compared to every other prisoner’s. She swore she saw a bottle of wine and a record player in the background. Prison wasn’t a punishment for him. It was a vacation. Somewhere safe he could pull strings like the puppet master he was.
