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“What are you going to do, Papi? Give in to Zane’s demands or let your daughter be sold like a prized heifer?”
“Are you asking for my help, mija?” A conniving smile spread over his lips.
Nikita fought for control over the situation. She had no leverage. No backup. No hope. Even if Kevlar found her, they were outnumbered.
“I’m asking what the plan is.”
Her head pounded, a result of being hit with the butt of a rifle followed by flopping headfirst into the snow. She hadn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, and the last bit of cinnamon twist came up an hour into her initial stay in the semi.
Her father leaned back and laced his fingers together, resting them on his stomach. It wasn’t large like it used to be years ago. Prison apparently didn’t bode well for his high-class food tendencies. It was the one satisfaction she felt.
“Run Diablos.”
“Never.”
She didn’t need to think it over. Being sold into prostitution was better than being head of a merciless MC, especially one that condoned trafficking along with a plethora of despicable deeds.
“After you were tried and found guilty, I fought to become an FBI agent. I won’t abandon my honor.”
Estevan’s smile faded. “You’d rather rot?”
“Every time.”
“How disappointing.” He worried his lips together. “I’d hoped all this would change your mind.”
Nikita bristled at his words.I should’ve known.After what Zane told her, it all made sense. “This was all an elaborate plan to make me president, wasn’t it?”
“Your mother never understood, mija. She couldn’t grasp MC life. Not in its fullest, but you…” His chest puffed with pride. “You display so much gumption. Our club needs that in their president. Plus, having a former FBI agent on the payroll is good for business.”
“Keep dreaming,” she muttered, fidgeting in the seat. It was more comfortable than the semi, but she’d prefer freezing in the trailer to this.
“I’ll be in prison until I’m too old to ride.” Estevan stood and paced the cell. “I can mentor you, and this time, you’ll know why and how to put my advice into motion. No secrets, mija. I know it’s what you’ve wanted your entire life.”
Nikita clenched her jaw. Her father wasn’t taking no for an answer. “When will you get it through your thick skull that I won’t ever run Diablos? I’d rather take it apart brick by bloody brick.”
“Is that your final word?”
“Sí, papi.”
“So be it.” Estevan’s casual mood darkened. “Remember, you’ve brought this upon yourself, mija.”
The video cut out and the door behind her swung open.
“Let’s go, Little Miss FBI Agent.” Zane and another man pulled her from the chair and dragged her out of the room. They tossed her bound form in the back of the semi and slammed the door shut. Five minutes later, the truck took off. Thankfully, Yasmina unlaced the rope.
The rumble from the highway reverberated through Nikita’s body. Every bump and jostle sent the women tumbling from their uncomfortable spots. Scratchy blankets had been tossed in at the last pitstop. They smelled of urine and feces and gave minimal warmth, but she took one anyway. Rattling chest coughs met her ears every few seconds. If not from a woman, then a child and so on and so forth. She doubted even one occupant in the trailer was in fair health.
Yasmina slept next to her, the group of Russian teens on the other side. Their combined body heat helped take the bite out of the artic breeze, but it did nothing to aid the chill from the conversation she had with Zane and her father.
Ten hours had since passed, and she couldn’t guess where they were headed. The only openings of the trailer showed the highway. She’d lost count of the stops. Her stomach grumbled noisily. She didn’t regret giving Yasmina the candy bar. The woman deserved it more than her anyhow.
“Your father did not pay the ransom?”
She looked down and saw Yasmina finally awake. She’d drifted off soon after they left. Nikita couldn’t tell if her sudden drowsiness was due to the cold or overall health. Both contributed in her mind.
“Not exactly.” She pulled the blanket closer over Yasmina’s shoulders. “He wanted me to do something illegal, and I told him no.”
“What did he want?”
